故郷を慕う

to absolutely no one's surprise, izuminokami has woken up and chosen violence.

     ... i feel like i missed something.

spilled ink, liquor stained dress shirts, books lent but never returned: you're solitary romanticism. solitary romanticism is not to be confused with melancholic romanticism, however; it can be lonely at times but is not quite sad. solitary romanticism entails a complete wonder in one's head, fantastical in its feeling, yet simple in its probability. it's playing the piano to an empty house, hoping the wallpaper likes the tune, it's smiling at the sight of a happy couple, not out of jealousy, but by true admiration of love. you stop to notice the little things in life, yet can't help but wonder whether or not someday you'll have the privilege of being so content and caught up in your own life to have them slip your mind. you've a kind soul and a wandering mind, which makes for a wonderful person all around. "dedicated to everyone who wonders if i'm writing about them. i am." - k.s. thomas

     walks in ten hours late with starbucks.

     Grief,      I’ve learned, is really just LOVE,      It’s all the love you want to give, but CANNOT.      All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your EYES,      the lump in your throat, and that hollow in your throat.

 @melancholicblossom​ & continued.

     don’t threaten me with a good time.

     ❛ i’ve seen you fight, souza. you’re not fooling me in the slightest. ❜

     why have you all forsaken me.

      ❛ TRUST ME, there’s a dozen things i’d rather be doing than thinking of you, but it’s a bit out of my control right now.  ❜

      ❛ don’t forget, i know where you sleep. ❜