#hacks up lung

[unkillability]

2017.02.18 fuse

don’t sing, damn you, don’t find a chord, or be the one who takes the flying sword, it’s hailing blue, fizzling; this thing is no longer made of ice. the trail is worn and i am slapped clean in the face with a dying thornbush, cause someone said roses are sweet in the teeth. when i trail decks of matches back to the fuse, the detonator is a record i’ve set to play one last serenade so i can untie my velvet rope barricades and pour kerosene like there’s no recourse like there’s some hope or remorse like i am weight left over like i take a thread ripper to the seams in a suit that’s not mine as i’m glued to the floor.

[keithodon-blog]

HOOOO MAN WHATD I LOOK AT

[netbug009]

i can actually sit up today it’s a miracle

[iiyada]

i want himuro to go over murasakibara's house and i want murasakibara to be a pouty little piss baby because of the game but himuro brought treats and movies so they're gonna watch some shows and forget about loosing the game and they have a sleep over and its just nice and cute and himura shushes him asleep because atsushi staRTS CRYING AGAIN AND HSDFLKDSJGKJSLDSDF

[absurdlydizzy]

[BURRITO ROLLS INTO MY BLANKETS]

[kamika-staar-blog-blog]

i lied i dont wanna do this anymore my hand hurts so much make it stop

[absurdlydizzy]

[[COUGHS ON EVERYTHING]]