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Aizen Sosuke

Bleach Tybw S3E5

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YOUNG SHINAZUGAWA SIBLINGS 🧡

鬼滅の刃: SWORDSMITH VILLAGE ARC - Ep. 06: Aren't You Going To Become A Hashira?

bonus: sanemi's sweet smile <3

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gotouge was rly like, “here’s a nice kid!! now lets put him through the horrors”

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“From now on, you and I will protect Mom and our siblings. ‘Kay?” // “…Not just from now on. Because that’s always been the case. Right?”

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✧ kny hashira training trailer ✧

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#harukasakura #windbreaker

Haruka Sakura | Windbreaker Ep. 2 “The hero of my dreams"

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Day 1: Hero & Heroine  

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“Ichigo is really nice. But when he heard your name, he tore into Ulquiorra-sama! Ichigo is just a human being! He didn’t become a Shinigami and put on that mask ‘cause he wanted to! And now he’s obviously in pain! HE’S FIGHTING FOR YOU! He’s using that power… and fighting and bleeding for you! If you won’t cheer for him… who will?!”

I was listening this (x) while editing

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They look like like a groom and a bride🖤🤍

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Paint, or Pain?

Drawing a reflection of herself on a blank canvas,

She sees a solitude yet miserable self which has no smile on her delicate and beautiful face.

Frown. Cold. Heartless.

She paints with grey and black, as her life has been tuned in those persistent colors.

Once, she used red. Just once. On her lips.

The rest is a mirror of her little unknown world.

A world with hidden stories, lies, and secrets.

Worth thousands of tiredness sheltering on each strokes of a pain brush.

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Savor a Silenced Pain.

Inflicted by wounds,

every second screams of pain, sorrow, and desperation

to seek for the hollowness swallowing thousands dreams , aspirations, and darkness at once.

I walk down the path of nothingness.

I put a mask where necessary, and throw it to a broken mirror.

I sneak out for a slight soul-wrenching freedom,

in silence where no voice of mine is heard the slightest.

- levouitee, ‘24

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Little, little things

Perhaps, a small sprig of magenta flower;

a short book talking about the world and its confusions, mess, chaos, gentleness, and affection,

a cup of warm, sweet coffee,

a spotless scent of aromatherapy,

the warmth of sunshine in the morning,

will lift up your day.

- levouitee, ‘24 ❀

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Hundreds of origami flapping birds fly above your beautiful hair,

as your smile appears, captivating me in that slight moment of dizziness.

A classic, sweet, and soft lullaby that once was lost but now is alive from your solemn tune.

I catch myself mesmerized by decades of nostalgia feelings and your honey voice.

Despite the growing grey hair and wrinkled face, I’ll give my biggest love to you wholeheartedly.

- levouitee, ‘24 ❀

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Befriending with loneliness,

she reads thousands of books in her library,

in the corner of the small town.

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Trapped, but Survived

Perhaps, it's her naivety,

that bring nothingness, oh beautiful yet messy disasters.

Putting too much faith in a world full of white lies,

she traps herself in a cage of wolves pretending to be sheep.

As days pass by,

a handmade of abstract mask is held in her left hand

as sweet as honey, but the most bitter pill that she swallows

she recognizes the world's true color.

And she finally learns her lessons,

because the world is always monochrome.

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Self-searching in the wilderness

I walk down the small path of the river,

letting my feet wounded, broken, and torn.

I’ve been searching for seconds, hours, and days,

the essence of my nowhere-to-be-seen desire,

the existence of my dreams and purposes,

Wrapped in emptiness when dawn comes,

I ask the stars, “Who am I?”

Within the darkness, I seek for a solemn whisper,

wishing the shining stars will wrap me with an answer

when the sunrise appears.