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There are crimes that cannot be brought home to their perpetrators.

Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None

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#bungou stray dogs #agatha christie #writing #queued

#you mean I'm supposed to meet someone and have them love Toumyu songs just as much as I do?#impossible. I'm more likely to die single #lol #queued

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At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll saying “please don’t cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures.”

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka’s life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn’t look like my doll at all,“ said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: “my travels have changed me.” the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

“Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way.”

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#I'm not crying you're crying #writing #queued

ukulelekatie

You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

romanimp

#not to brag but im so fckn good at this

#lol #writing #queued

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Spheal on the beach, what will they do??

#pkmn #spheal #queued

we-are-knight

#lol #izmt then #queued

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me and my friends when we’re generic thugs

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honestly reblog if you’re in a heinous mood

#nyeheheh is mutsu #lets go punch people is izumin #dude i'm in a heinous mood is yasu #yes all three of them are drunk #yes hori hizen and kiyo will kill them all come morning #lol #queued

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#my fuckin izmt hanamaru bag all day every day #lol #queued

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You and I have become strangers, haven’t we? No, we always were strangers. Our hearts were in different worlds, a thousand miles, a million miles apart. If we were together, we’d only be miserable, both of us.

Dazai Osamu, “On Love and Beauty” from Blue Bamboo and Other Stories