You know what. Fuck it. I'll give in. I'll watch your fucking podcast tumblr. If this isn't good I'm going to cry myself to sleep for the next six years.

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You know what. Fuck it. I'll give in. I'll watch your fucking podcast tumblr. If this isn't good I'm going to cry myself to sleep for the next six years.
it's true you have a very unoriginal style. it kinda looks like you're tracing yoaisama and ibu_chuan
ok you motherfucker listen here
I DONT TRACE ART, OK
i know who yoaisama is but i dont know who ibu_chuan is
TBH I DONT EVEN FUCKING CARE ANYMORE KEEP ON CALLING ME UNORIGINAL I DONT GIVE A SHIT
show me fucking proof if i am tracing their art then
show me
im gonna fcuking wait.
lately i’ve been thinking there’s something in the way he looks at me. something about the way we walk just a little too close to each other after class, walk a little too slow to our cars. almost like he doesn’t wanna leave either. the way we linger a little too long when we finally get to the parking deck, standing half a step too close and he’s smiling down at me, eyes crinkling above his mask. that night at my best friend’s house when we were standing in the driveway in the dark and i could feel the electricity before the storm, perfectly still like he was going to kiss me. (perfectly still like i wanted him to.) eyes darting to me when he’s talking to the group. oh i am so gone for him. when i make him laugh it feels like absolution. last night for movie night he gave me the hoodie that i always love wearing when i’m drunk and his eyes sparkled when i put it on. god. the curve of his mouth makes me want to believe in love again. it’s not warmth like a fire it’s warmth like a sunrise in the mountains when the fields are covered in dew. i haven’t been to church in seven years but when our eyes meet i believe again.
literally sobbing over mai sasaki changing time itself for hana rn
GOD DAMN IT
I’M A SAP I’M A BAG OF SOGGY EMOTIONS
me: today sure was rough my brain: would you like some Feelings™ to go with that
me, desperately trying not to cry 10 min before i leave for class: :)))))))())))))