what's behind there
maybe it's nothing
not anymore
seen from Belarus
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seen from Spain
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what's behind there
maybe it's nothing
not anymore

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before you know it, you won't remember me at all
decathecting
decathecting, merry Christmas!! i hope you like this fic/short drabble ;u; hahaÂ
 Title: Practice makes perfect
Pairing: mazume (hnr)
Warning(s): fluff, kinda short? Im sorry!
aruani!!
whoâs the cuddler: Anniewho makes the bed: Arminwho wakes up first: Armin. Annie is not a morning person its canonwho has the weird taste in music:well....none?who is more protective: Annie.who sings in the shower:both LOLwho cries during movies: Armin?who spends the most while out shopping: nonewho kisses more roughly: Anniewho is more dominate: Anniemy rating of the ship from 1-10:....4(i dont ship it)

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decathecting answered your question âalright, so i finished hnr and horimiya. what now?â
/whispers/ reread tokyo ghoul
do.. do you want me to cry (again/more)? aaaaahhhh~ maybe i'll reread it when my heart heals a bit haha
rivetra fic recs please~~~
I made a list of Rivetra fics weeks ago, but I added moreâŚHere is a link â-> Rivetra
I no longer loved Albertine. At most there were occasional days which brought the kind of weather that, modifying and stimulating our sensitivity, restores our contact with reality, making me feel bitterly sad when I thought of her. I suffered from a love that no longer existed. Thus when the weather changes do amputees feel pain in the leg they have lost.
Marcel Proust, The Fugitive, translated by Peter Collier, p. 557.