FHJGKFHG EVERYONE SHUT UP SHUT UP RIGHT NOW-- RIN’S FOREHEAD IS SPEAKING

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FHJGKFHG EVERYONE SHUT UP SHUT UP RIGHT NOW-- RIN’S FOREHEAD IS SPEAKING
i'm going to hell, who's coming
last day of summer
D ==> My love who's brain is connected to the internet
D ==> Is offline.
ebisu actually found my hopes and dreams that i have disposed of and buried a long time ago
So I’m realizing I might be aromantic and I messaged some friends about it and--
Two were like “yeah that’s not surprising.”
and then @followerofmercy straight up was like “I kinda figured you were this whole time”
and I’m like
Oh. Was I the last to know? XD
Listen this just seemed normal to me,, I didn’t quite fully get that there are people who actually like???? get up in the morning and go ‘fuck I wish I wasn’t single I wish I had an s/o’ ??????? I just don’t get that. Being in a relationship has never been a super important life goal for me. I think about getting a nice quiet house with cats and trees, and publishing books and stuff, I don’t think about getting married, I don’t want to find a date, etc. It’s just not on the radar.
@savingstark this is an orange presenting nipple
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EXACTLY
if this post gets flagged i’m gonna riot forever
orange i happy that it has a nipple?
yes. yes i am.
" ...Offspring?"
STOP THAT | @hiulcus
His reaction is akin to that of one that has experienced PHYSICAL VIOLENCE. A surprised flinch, a blink of teal blue eyes, and then all of that pushed away in the form of a deep inhale and an equally deep exhale. This would… Take a while for Nero to get used to. ‘ Don’t— Don’t call me OFFSPRING. ’ It is a weird way to call your own flesh and blood, like you’re not even CONNECTED to them or they don’t really MATTER to you. ‘ You can… Call me Nero if ya want. Kid or child… Or maybe even son. ’
That last one holds such a tender sensation to it. Like fresh, ice cold water running down his parched throat, running down and blooming his LONELY HEART into a rose garden like no other.