They called me Narcissus
the reality was
my presence is the only one that I necessarily have to accept.
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They called me Narcissus
the reality was
my presence is the only one that I necessarily have to accept.
Lapin
Remember us. Remember. That we lived.
Nine (Zankyou No Terror)
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I saw a human that I rather name not came from the sky for who stars must have fought.
Lapin
Kindness has its price that often must be paid in lies.
Lapin (via lapinlu)
Dead? Gone? No. I’m just done.
Lapin (via lapinlu)
I accepted the darkness to see the bright but as it got inside I lost my sight unable to recognize what’s now the light.
Lapin (via lapinlu)
I’m the Moon and you’re the Sun to my eyes and only thanks to our love the Day can have its life.
Lapin (via lapinlu)
Important
Hey dearest followers- I opened a new sideblog @lapinlu where I’ll be posting text posts, the lyrics I write, poetic stuff. I’d appreciate you to follow that blog and reblog this post if you want to help,,
You reading my stuff would make me really happy.
Psycho Pass : The Movie Artbook
Have you ever had that feeling— that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via chidoki)
千と千尋の神隠し
That’s what love is, isn’t it?