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Wow I am definitely procrastinating but hey-
SPEAKING OF HAY DID YOU KNOW THAT SOAKING APPROX. TWO FLAKES OF HAY FOR 30 MINUTES IN WATER MAKES JUICE THAT LOOKS AND TASTES LIKE SWEET TEA
This girl in my class made me remember my hamilton phase so i had to throw one(1) back for the good times
don't wait for others to ruin your day. ruin it yourself writing angst of your fav while listening to intentions by twenty one pilots
Damn, I got Jemilla'd out of my D&D game.
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He knows what this is. Read it in a book once. You'll never make him say it. He's nothing more than a drifter. A shadow. A timebomb. He can feel the shrapnel in his gut. Hears the metal clinking when he walks. He knows what this feels like. Half a bottle deep just to feel normal. Seeing black feathers and rosary beads behind closed eyes. Can't sleep. He wants to run his finger through soft hair. Wants to pretend to be worth a damn, for once. Like maybe he could find a bit of happiness in the ash piles. But what would his family say? He was just a lost cause staring up at divinity. He stopped praying long ago, but he's finding his faith in baby blues and beige. He wants to pray. He wants to say a hundred things that get lost on his tongue. He wants to reach and beg and plead. Ask me. Just ask me to say it. He is a wandering soul, but sharing looks in the car he sees forever. He sees a home. He sees an anchor. Maybe if he let himself drown he'd stop hurting people. He's got a poisonous touch. Watch the sunflowers wither and die. He feels the leaves in his lungs. Still, he wants to say it. He wants to scream it. He wants to be filled with heavenly grace. But this feels worse than dying. This feels like hope and something he can't stop choking on. Tears on his pillow. He knows what this is. Heard it in a song once. It feels like wanting to live and something similar. Something too pure and clean for filthy hands. There's too much blood. The falling doesn't hurt as much as the rejection. Soul crushing. Bones left on pavement. And what else could he have? He keeps driving. He knows what this is. But he can't seem to say it.
do u ever think about how leeyoon probably still has those snakes wrapped around his heart like smoo’s sohone
like we never saw them go away and we never saw him become uncorrupted
do u ever think about how he probably still just struggles with them like smoo headcanoned her sohone to be but on a lesser scale
since there’s only like 2 fucking with him and you know Mune could probably remove them but he is one stubborn fucking bastard and will absolutely refuse any help that little uhhh adorable little shit would offer him cuz he would only see it as mune taking pity on him
is anyone gonna ask why makoto sounds exactly like nagito or