#it's the subtle things

[illbeintheattic]

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[jutaishi]

WHITE DAY !?!?   /   @infiniteterritory​

                                       ❝  ---  eeYAH  --  !!  ❞

there’s always something so alarming about yuuta’s presence  ;  even though she’s come to recognize it, she can’t stop the yelp that leaves her lips as he emerges from the corner of her eye, speaking her name.                     as necessary as recovery is, she’s not quite certain she gathers herself fully when he comes to stand before her  --  and the first thing she notes, past the ever-present lines set beneath his eyes,   brimming with non-existent life,   is his smile.  (  and it’s like a reminder. that they are both the same, in some odd way.    two ridiculous children in a world full of horrible things.  )

❝  white day  ...  ?  ❞  it’d completely flown past her head. so busy in her own head, in everything from her classmates to her teachers, to helping her younger brother with homework in the morning over the phone, refusing a call from her father.    it’s as if it’s the first time she’s heard the word, from the expression upon her face, but then the realization comes and she notices just how  heavy  her hand has become.      not by any physical means  ;  but just the simple thought that he’d come to her of all people.

                     she doesn’t want him to look at her.                                              not when she makes such a face.

                  ❝  i - i see  . . .  ❞  she’s surprisingly quiet,   quieter than usual.  the hand that sits there, open and out, silently retreats behind her.   clutching the bag of chocolates with just enough strength to keep it from falling from between her fingertips  --  swinging with the sway of the wind.  ❝  gave it your best, huh  ...  ❞  where words lack her, she settles for repetition, and where repetition begins to run out, she settles for silence.

the pulse of her heart thrums in the ring resting upon her right hand.  for reasons beyond her own will, she finds it to be the thing she settles on as she lifts it up  --  a subtle form of reassurance. enough to filter words back from her throat. lips to metal, the side of her hand giving her features enough coverage to speak.

         ❝  i hate getting gifts and not being able to give something back, okkotsu-kun  ...  ❞  in receiving something so unapologetically.   with a smile that was much too warm for his eyes  --  and eyes that were much too cold for his true intentions.  ❝  but i  --  suppose i can look past it, this time .  ❞  time is a sacred rarity.     and in that moment, blue hues catching lightless black, she lifts the small gift from behind her  -  pressing it for a moment against the boy’s chest with a gentle push.  ❝  but if we share them, it’d be the same thing, wouldn’t it  ?  ❞  in her eyes, at the very least,   even as they struggle to hold his gaze.

❝  ...  i’ll take the bigger pieces .  ❞  but she does manage, even behind that hand of hers, a smile  --  one that sits upon her eyes.  ❝  if you take them, you won’t be able to sleep at night  ...  and we both know you need it, yuuta .  ❞

[highwarlockkareena]

happy birthday, @amorverus  i was deciding what to make you yesterday, maia, and then you requested this - i hope you like it! uwu

[lolrider]

Why are, like, corporate emojis so fucking off based with what they’re supposed to represent.  Like with cellphones and instant messengers and stuff, every time my :P corrects to some goofy-ass fuck face sticking his tongue out at me I get irrationally angry

[udon-udon]

LOL that chick held onto her mouthpiece in preparation to throw it at taki-sensei 

[sasquatchsighted]

I've been reading so much bad fanfiction i'm just cry-laughing alone in my room my sister is concerned for me

[floppyfishprincess]

Why did I cry more watching Orphan Black the 3rd time than the first?

[benztonite]

habt ihr Muttis Halskette bemerkt?

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