Donat

neither a savior nor a narcissist... just a wall of energy that needs more fuel

the visions are clear and mixed with long forgotten memories

clouds really DO taste like cotton candy. you can trust me, i'm from up there

so much potential wasted... and they are not willing to be saved

clubs make me feel heavy sense of dread inside... i can't pretend i'm having fun with all that alcohol poisoned flesh making shallow contact, calling them connections... i don't care about the version of you those chemicals created. i like realness even if it's silent, awkward and uncomfortable

whenever i come across cemetery statues its like looking in the mirror

i am actually in awe of how much i feel understood by kaworu