Kojiro Hanabira

You crack my head open and it’s empty asides from a badly drawn picture of Mihawk staring at you with his autistic eyes

accepting yourself as you are can be an act of civil disobedience

me: a socially awkward bisexual who loves pasta and hates math

The roses I had planted between my ribs began to suffocate me. So I pulled them out and I learned how to breathe without them.

u got through everything u didnt think u were strong enough for

truth in its purity has revealed itself to aquarius. they were once witches being burned because they held onto real magic, or the astrologers being being banished for fear of knowledge. the aquarian genius is indefinable and infinite. it rides the cosmic waves of thought through abstract and celestial spirals