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omg me too I always forget that when we're just chatting through here omf

I should cut posts even on mobile

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omg skjafhalsjdhf I hate them omg

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oh omg I'm so dumb sorry cries

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omg I understood what you meant but like you didn't wake me up omg

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what do you mean omg

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I see you yukie

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A Summer Festival by the spirits

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((You're not being a pest, don't worry!

Well, first you gotta find a theme you like. I normally look into YUKOKI's themes or her favorites. I like doucheywolf's themes too. When you get the codes and stuff, you go to customize (click on your icon to get to your blog and in the right corner you'll see two buttons: customize and dashboard) and edit HTML. You'll erase everything you see there and paste the code from the theme you liked, click update preview and save. The theme will probably looked either messed up or not the exact way you want it to be, so you'll have to click customize again and edit the colors and the background in the left side of the screen. Hope I've helped you. :3))

((SOrry to be a pest again!))

((How do I change my theme to be special like all of yours? ..Er, Blog!))

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Fragile. That's the first word that came to his mind when he heard her speaking. She seemed to be so... delicate, it felt like she would break any time now, like a doll. He was kind of relieved when she let go of his hand, although people might have felt like that when they knew of his disease. Even if it seemed to be gone now, who knew if this was not a dream and if he wouldn't soon wake up to the harsh reality that he used to call life? He didn't remember some things, like his dad's face or how his house used to be. But he did remember the feeling of being looked at with pity, as if he was inferior, incapable of doing anything. He could also remember the way he wasn't allowed to leave the house, no matter how much he'd ask. It felt really good to be outside now, meeting new people that would look at him normally.

The girl in front of him seemed to be somewhat... lost. He wished he could help her, but he didn't know much about that place either. He'd been so distracted with the seemingly new sensations and feelings that he didn't really stop to think about it too much. It felt so unread that he thought that maybe, if he stopped to think, he'd end up waking up, and he didn't want that at all. But that mild pain he felt just a moment ago was so real... Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't a dream after all. 

"Well, it's ok if you can't remember your name for now, I just remembered mine." He said softly. "But... What should I call you until you remember your name?"

"I... am not sure where this place is, actually." He admitted with a bit of hesitation, looking around as if he'd find an answer if he looked more deeply into it, but as predicted, he didn't find anything. He felt good to be there though. He didn't say that out loud, as the girl would probably find him weird and be more confused than she already was with the whole situation. He said only that because he wasn't so sure of what to say of the girl's statement. Something too bright? Pain ending? It felt like something out of a book about... death. Well, that couldn't be it, right? If that was it, wouldn't it mean that he was also dead? He shook his head, trying to avoid those bothersome thoughts and just smile a bit, in an awkward attempt to befriend the blonde.

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((It's ok, dear! Let me help you. To reply to a reply (or a starter), you click the reblog button (the arrows chasing each other) and you write it on the blank space under what the other person wrote. It's very simple, but it gets pretty confusing when you've just started (at least I was, confused, I mean).

Sometimes the reply will come as a link. Like this:

It looks weird, doesn't it? Well, after that you click this button:

And then:

Well, after that you just write the reply.

I normally trim the post, because if the threads get too long, it might spam other people's dashes and we don't want that. So you just select all of your first reply and erase it, leaving just what the other person you were roleplaying with just wrote and your last reply.

Hope this helps you! If you have any questions feel free to talk to me, I don't bite. :3))

(Halp?)

(I dunno how to reply to things on Tumblr..or how to do much of -anything-..any help?)

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"Surprisingly... yes." The laughter had started again, but he was really happy. What had happened to him that made his disease disappear he didn't know, but he was very thankful to that. Happiness was making his smile stretch from ear to ear. His butt was hurting a bit, but it didn't feel like anything was broken or damaged beyond repair. If it had happened before... Well, let's just say he wouldn't be able to sit for a long time.

"Sorry about that." Gin apologized, a hint of laughter still in his voice and features. He got up, wiping the dust off his clothes and stretching his hand out for the girl to help her up. "I'm Gin, by the way."

"And what do you mean by "if it was actually real"?" He asked, now not so happily. He was confused and a bit worried. What if she meant that it was actually his delusion and that it was all a dream? Though the mild pain that he felt was really realistic, maybe it was only his own imagination playing tricks on him and soon he'd just wake up in his futon still not allowed to get up and move around freely. He'd really hate that, so he silently hoped that it wasn't a dream and that the blonde was just confused.

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"Can you play it?" Gin looked at the girl with curiosity in his eyes and a small smile on his lips as he watched her with the instrument in her hands.

Iwasawa sat on a bench outside the school, holding a guitar. Not in any rush to find her room, she began tuning it. “I don’t remember much..Yet I know how to do this..” She said with a smile.