february
and the flowers haven't even wilted
it's crazy how fast you tilted
the world that we were busy building
seen from Canada
seen from South Korea

seen from Malaysia
seen from Japan

seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from Switzerland
seen from China
seen from Switzerland
seen from China

seen from Ireland

seen from United States
seen from Finland
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Tunisia
seen from United Kingdom
february
and the flowers haven't even wilted
it's crazy how fast you tilted
the world that we were busy building
I still using Tumblr, hi 💥
Senpiss drawing I did for a collab for fnf week 6 anniversary HUHHHH JUUST THAAAT
how do I convince myself that i am reading enough because enough is subjective and I would never judge someone for reading less than me?
ewwww its +5 and bright and sunny outside ewwwww EWWWWWWWW
When you were in preschool, you learnt to colour hearts red because red was the colour of love and passion. Later, you learnt that it was the colour of blood too. So maybe it wasn't all that surprising that you learnt love meant someone is always bleeding. When you hit high school, your parents could never be in the same room without screaming; and yet they slept in the same room anyway. And so you learnt love looked a lot like hate. Then, you reach adulthood. And friends, new and old, show you that love doesn't always feel like you have to burn yourself from the inside out. So you taught yourself to love in a different way. You shred the husk of your skin to reveal the softness of a rotting fruit. And you learn there are people who would hold it with gentleness and return you to the earth. You've done it, understood love on your own terms. So why do you still dream of love as violence; love as red and blood and rage? Perhaps in the ashes of your heart, your love is built on chagrin. Or maybe you were wrong. You have never understood love at all.
Does anyone else really hate flying insects because they are honestly the only thing that fucking irrationally terrifies me
Lover, You Should’ve Come Over is finally fully written!! The Johnshi brainrot persists despite my many important responsibilities (bitching at the senior teaching staff of my lovely shit place of education. The UK is fine I promise we’re not bad. Im lying through my teeth) and I finally got it finished. All chapters are currently being edited and are due to be released each Sunday, with the first chapter being published this Sunday - the 18th. Gives me about a weeks time to edit.
And once again for traditions sake, a snippet will be added because I cant keep the brainrot to myself.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Link to the original fic because for everyone that doesn’t know Lover, You Should’ve Come Over is a sequel to this.
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