drowsy & dead

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[sleepttore]

Nahida, pointing to wanderer: I am in charge of this disaster!

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Nahida: Are you drinking enough water? Wanderer: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

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Nahida: What's your morning routine like? Wanderer: Existential despair, then I always remember to use some lip balm.

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Venti: Getting up at 6:00 am made me realize that 6:00 am isn't a place, it's an emotion. Traveller: 6:00 am isn't a place at all? Venti: That's because it's an emotion.

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Venti: I've connected the two dots Zhongli: You didn't connect shit. Venti: I've connected them.

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Wriothesley: Neuvillette... Neuvillette: Oh no, 'Neuvillette' in B flat. Neuvillette: You're disappointed.

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random thought but what if ciel's real name is Augustus 💀

[longingforthestars]

nah his real name is cleetus 😍

[sleepttore]

thats even better 🙈

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random thought but what if ciel's real name is Augustus 💀

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Traveler: Teyvat... is a cup. Venti: Explain. Traveler: Holds things.

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Poe: I actually have a black belt. Ranpo: In what, karate? Poe: No, from Gucci.

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Poe: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Ranpo: You need to stop.

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Dazai: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Atsushi: Twelve, actually. Dazai: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Atsushi: Yours! Dazai: That's right: no one's.

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Ranpo: Here's some advice Poe: I didn't ask for any Ranpo: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

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Ciel, at Sebastian's funeral: I need a moment with him. Everyone: Of course. *They leave* Ciel, leaning over Sebastian′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Sebastian: Yeah, no shit, young master.

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Ciel: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

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Finnian: Someone’s trying to break in. Call the yard! Mei-rin: *loads shotgun* I got this. Finnian: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

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Alois: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen? Ciel: Neither. Ciel: Because it's twelve.