#truthbled

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› ✧ —  ❛  @truthbled ♡

❛  here? .. or ... maybe here??  ❜   his fingers really only move a millimeter as he offers his fuzzy friend all the chin scratches he could ever want!!

[euologied]

truthbled ha respondido a tu publicación: aaron will die by my hands.

idk what nyaaron did but i support u nyaaron

You Dont Know What Youre Saying.

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› ✧ —  ❛  for @truthbled​ //

he’s probably caused much irritation to his neighbor and the remorseful side of his heart wills him to apologize. once again, he’s in front of the silent apartment door, knocking with pensive guilt swarming between his ribs, bleeding into emotional countenance. in his head, he merely practices words he’s whispered in his bedroom, perfecting his apology...  

whether or not he’d actually  be forgiven was a whole other issue.  well, probably not.

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truthbled replied to your photo “boy what the fuck he’s the light of my life hhhhhhffhgnghffhfmghfm fmf...”

UR ART IS SO FUCKIGN GOOD ALWAYS

FJKELKWJEF OUUHHHHFHFH HF H  THANK U,, IM CRYIN,,

[duskfloret]

「 @truthbled / ❦ 」

「 ❦ 」 “H-hey, master... is battling really that bad? I mean, if someone wants to...” It was a difficult argument to make considering that she didn’t like fighting either, but with friendship on the line, she forced herself to deal with it. “Well, if Sollem wants to, we should support him, right? It makes him antsy when he can’t, and he even said that I can come to the arena and watch him.” Not in those exact words, but that was how she interpreted it.

[lightdivine-blog1]

⊰  @truthbled  ⊱

INEXPLICABLY ,  his gaze is drawn to his master’s bustling form .   the video upon bright screen goes unnoticed ,  the sounds of explosions not even enough to recapture his attention .  crystalline hues only follow slim figure in silent observation ,  obvious ,  but ambivalent . 

[duskfloret]

「 @truthbled / 🍙 」

「 🍙 」 “Hello, my child.” Inari didn’t often meet kitsune outside of shrines or without personally summoning them, which made this quite the pleasant surprise, and it’d be a shame to waste this opportunity she’d been given. “Would you care to take a walk with me? There’s a lake not too far from here. We could stroll around and drink some tea together.”

[beloved-death]

//But which is the truth? Or perhaps the universe is trying to tell me to admit a truth of somesort?