Sep 3, 2024
why did i put up with it?
why did i stay?
why did i let you treat me this way?
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why did i put up with it?
why did i stay?
why did i let you treat me this way?
child characters with powers that hold a lot of upsetting implications
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Though Gonta was in college, he didn't have a lot of freedom. Not with his aunt around, at least. Then he met Kokichi, and he learned what real love looked like.
Day 2 complete! Wooo!!!
Must.... keep up the momentum..... must do every day of Gonta week.... MUST....
Anyway, enjoy! Mind the tags!
@gunactii asked: ❛ that’s … not great for my case . ❜ // michael to mrs. afton !
“I know.” She softly replies
William wanted to talk to Michael when he got home from the pizzeria, and they both know how well that can go. Especially the kind of talks where he’s mad, which is what Lavinia had just warned Mike about. They both had the battle scars from that kind of talk, literal and metaphorical, but what could be done? Trapped in a powder keg waiting to explode any minute it sometimes felt like. A nervous bite at her nails, then a sigh, and she straightens her outfit.
“How about we go to the park? It’s been a while since we’ve had a day of just you and me. If he still wants to talk to you when we get home...w-well will figure it out then.”
WOW my parents fucked me up!
why does this happen everytime
no thoughts just lsoh!au harley q_q
CRICKET DONAHUE
noun
“befriending a cigarette singed jacket. hearing angels in tinnitus shrills. finding beauty in a broken windshield. an ember refusing to be stomped out. cursing out your reflection as motivation for a trip to the grocery store. guilt like worms in fruit. feeling lightest in a darkroom. drinking to laugh without cringing. sucking sugar from discarded wrappers. stray threads wound to cut off circulation. curls awry like they’re vying to form a halo. blushing at the sound of your own name. flinching at a clatter of plates. photos of everyone but you. treasuring dead maple leaves. melting ice creams with case workers. desperately trying to believe in the good.”