vivi⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

me

I don't like things casually, instead I let it consume my entire being.

no matter the struggles there is always ao3 in bed

me deadass

The Summer Hikaru Died is like. what if you believed you were a disgusting monster for being gay. but then you meet a real monster, and over time you start to believe that even this monster deserves to be safe and happy, and it's the first time you start allowing yourself to believe that maybe you do too. what if I cried one million tears forever

theyre calling 'hikaru' an evil spirit meanwhile he's wrapping himself in a blanket skipping school and crying his eyes out because he's scared yoshiki doesn't love him. evil spirit WHERE. ignore the villagers he's been violently murdering

Never kill yourself Furudate might make Kagehina kiss someday