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By Urwa Noor
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Having the most hated character in a show as a favorite character and also as a comfort character and also as a current hyperfixation is not for the weak I swear lmao
By Morishita Suu
Yuki is holding pink carnation which represents Oushi mother care for her. He get worried about her because of her disability. It also show platonic love for her too.
what are heaven’s visitation hours?

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I ran into my old cuts and scars and bled some tears in their memory. I thought it so brave of myself to look back on them and tell myself that I survived. But I hadn’t, had I? I was just pulling at the scabs and ripping them open, staying in the same old musty place I used to think was home. So I fisted the grave-shaped pits with soil – a proper burial – and stitched them like you sew a body back up post-mortem. Now the old skin collects mould beneath the earth, and I? I have a body clean and barren enough for new scars to follow.
Fear, it eats you alive.
You can hardly believe it until you feel it
The way your insides tighten and the blood stops running in your veins
The way your brain freezes
The way you can't breathe
Fear isn't something substantial
It lives in your head, feeding off insecurity and anxiety
It grows and grows to consume you whole,
It becomes you.
You become fear. You become a shell, empty
And isolated from any good left in this world.
Fear, once you meet it, never truly leaves you.
It's your shadow and your aura, it's the air you breathe and light you feel on your skin
Fear is your everything. You wake up and it's there,
Your hairs rising, something crawling under your skin
And you feel like screaming, but there is no point.
No parent can turn on the light and shoo the monsters away.
The monsters are in your head.