#theanaemic

[silentstare-blog]

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"If" - Kamui Gakupo

Walking this path, touching the walls,         I lay asleep and then wake up                   I’m not sure if tomorrow will come once again                            The moment that I realized                                       This form of mine was ending soon                                                  I started to cry out for life again.

[antisocialphotographerarchi-blog]

//mun asks to Henry: would you rather punch Eileen or little Walter in the face?

"…Er…well… I wouldn’t really want to punch either of them, but if I had to I guess…little Walter. He’s not exactly….real anyway, I think.” 

[hitsuji-merrysan-blog]

theanaemic started following you

"Ah, h-hello there! Welcome to the library....d-Do you need any help of picking out a book?"

[lavanduleaes]

In some ways.. I love everything.                  It's less of a thing than like,                                               less particular.                                 I like things that I like,                                                                               but I love everything.

theanaemic

n-o-x-c-r-i-s-t-a-u-x

constans-libidine

achromaticxcheria

sidjenkinsskinsuk

nameless-priest

prosequi

desenchantee

clarussino

       ❀:// Overwhelmed? Surrounded? --Yes. Both of these things are very true. All of these people out of nowhere just seemed to--appear. It was quite magical really, how people would come and go and some chose to stick around. How many of these people would stick around? How many of them would wander off and forget she ever existed? Who knew--guess it's time to find out. "Oh wow.. hi! Uh.. you can keep me company, yeah?"

[derarenai]

"Why do you have an iguana...?" //prolly not an interesting question but one I've been wondering for a while

“Christie? She’s a promise, from a long time ago…”

//My headcanon is actually that he went to the Zoo with Kitani a long time ago and annoyed him, like

“I want one, I want one, Kitaniiiii, get me one. Kitaniiiiii~”

*sigh* “Okay, young master.”

“Really? You promise, right? Don’t lie to me ok!”

And he didn’t.

[derarenai]

★ She never ever gives me room - I fear I'll suffocate soon - Psycho Blonde I'm not your toy //hope you feel better D:

I can feel the emptiness inside me fade and disappear There’s a feeling of contentment now that you are here I feel satisfied I belong inside Your velvet heaven — Depeche Mode, Only When I Lose Myself

//I just realized my poor wording on that post, I wanted to do lyrics for other peoples’ muses oops. But thank you so much! I’m feeling a bit better now.

[derarenai]

//★ considering I stalk your blog and your personal one a lot o-o

//considering I do the same with yours

Btw, everyone should follow this person! Their Youji is wonderfully written, their blog is so on point, and they do a great job of putting up with Zenya.

[derarenai]

//chocolateeeee

It was bitter. Whatever washed over Zenya after all the sweetness of Youji’s skin was no less bitter than the goya prepared for his father or the scour of children’s cold medicine at the back of the tongue. It was the kind of bitter he could feel all over.

Zenya brushed damp black hair away from a pale face, securing another light crimson flower behind Youji’s ear. His hand traveled down to a quivering cheek, a fragile neck and found petals blooming pink, red, and purple across the delicate canvas of flesh. Youji’s body was trembling.

Zenya’s brows knit together as he took in the sight, as if he was taking drink or medicine— And his smile was bitter as he shut the door behind him.

Medicine. Youji was just that.