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ur bday being valentines day is so cute to me ? ur so cute 2 me?

I LOVE U SO MUCH

#tenyin #JDLKFJLKDJF YOURE #SO #CUTE...#I LOVE YOU...#WITH EVERY SUBATOM OF MY BODY...#if souls exist... mine belongs to u .

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about me.

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avengingson:

name : zander ! nickname : idk ppl call me a rat sometimes because i think ugly animals are cute gender : male pronouns : he / him zodiac : aquarius birthday : valentines day KJDLFKJE sexuality : bisexual country : poland >( religion : agnostic hogwarts house : hufflepuff ... i think? im obnoxious and love everyone MBTI : xnfp

#tbd.#hi :::)#<- it's a spider

lifeinpoetry

There is a wound moving inside of my body, an original wound, moving slowly, as if through a magnifying glass…

Daniel Borzutzky, from “Memories of My Overdevelopment,” Memories of My Overdevelopment (via lifeinpoetry)

#— i : study . i am deliberate and afraid of nothing .

i rly am on tumblr almost all of the time if im not asleep but never rly have the energy to actually do things... i dont do anything on here except for scroll down and like all of rome’s posts

#my likes are 80% romes posts 19% poetry 1% whatever else #KDKFJLK NO JOKE...#tbd.

thedoublycursed

tag urself

#im the lurker #the fact that im rbing this out of the blue proves it #KDKJD #tbd.

#i cant stop thinking about chisaki's reaction to shigaraki telling him what he's done #and that his quirk has been taken away #so he cannot #reassemble his hand back #because Both of them were torn off.#he was so lackluster during it #as if #the pain wasnt an issue at all #his pain tolerance must be out of the roof ... esp that he #withstood all of mirio's attacks for so long #how? he mustve suffered... a lot... to get to that point...#i just (((H)))#bad.

❛ i am not stupid , nor am i blind . ❜ WORDS ACUTE AS THE ECHOING SNAP OF A WISHBONE , in this silence keen and salient unigonorable . he stares blankly into a pair of eyes so tender in their dishonesty , all the corpsess buried centuries deep underneath that zealous gaze : ashen grey , at the edges silvered , bestrewn with gravestones . has the sinew of evil atrophied within you ? is one capable of such change , of tearing that root of bloodthirst out of their core and replacing it with a softer kind of justice ? ( --- or are you merely a wicked liar , perhaps , blabbering false truths both to others and to yourself ? ) ❛ i presume you haven’t told them , have you ? how foul . such silence is a lie in and out of itself . ❜

@reazure . *

#reazure #bsd verse tbt.#i cant tag u : (

sticks tongue @ /// HELLOOO

AS IF HE WERE A BEAST DECLAWED AND DULL - FANGED , HE MERELY CROUCHES , for a while silently staring her in the eyes . a peculiar sight indeed , of a child so halcyon in her penury roaming unfettered across the entrails of halls almost grisly in their image , almost boundless — this labirynth built for deception in which evil blooms , garden - like . ❛ eri . you shouldn’t be here . ❜ his mien remains sharp , yet the tune of his voice seems . . . willow light , dipped in some grimy , fragile benevolence . he looks up , locking gazes with kurono . ( where should she be , then ? inside the mausoleum of youth ? ) ❛ go back with chrono , will you ? ❜

#yunihon #ans.#i forgot abt ths KJDLFKJLK AHH #im tryng not to use only icons of his eyes but it's so #hard #since his face is #Just Eyes.#i hate him.#anyway i love eri and wll kill chisaki with my bare hands

#i wanna write but everyone seems to be asleep #>(#Awaken.#tbd.#i have one (1) ask i havent touched yet so im gonna . get to that . soon . mayhaps #. . . i have like 20 starters on dabi and drafts but that doesnt count KJDFLKJ

mirshroom

my favorite birds!

#TBD BUT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AHHH #im so mad they'll never get to interact #please bring chisaki back he deserves a better arc as a villain instead of whatever That Was #it was... too rushed. and i will stand by my word til i die!

FILTHY . FILTHY . FILTHY . the rancid odor overcomes each of his senses , gnaws through his lungs like acid --- subjugetes the sycamore trees of neurons until all they know is the alarming screech of incoming danger . it feels as if it was polluting him inch by inch , strewing dross and squalor across the perimeters of his skin : this smell , this sight . in front of him stands a festering wound embodied . with a languid demeanor , albeit faux , he brings his hands together and lets his lithe fingers grab the edge of his glove , seemingly to fasten it . at last , he speaks , his voice tranquil .