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five times kissed & our verse nijihimu :'))

prompted ! / @tenacityreturns.

& the first time they kiss is in the back of an alley way after they got into a fight ; together. nijimura doesn’t stand for bullying, doesn’t stand for people shoving others and it’s his thing. don’t fuck with other people. tatsuya stepped in with him, and it’s the two of them and it’s like their first meeting.

tatsuya is still beautiful, just like he was back then, and nijimura thinks that he must be the most beautiful person on this planet and that really just makes nijimura want to place bruises on the other’s pretty, perfect face. on his body ; and nijimura is shoving him against the wall, reason and thought out of the window, and he wants him closer. closer - he wants the fire in tatsuya to touch his own fire that rages under his skin. he wants to create something, a dynamic and it shifts, when nijimura kisses him, harsh and out of breath, in that dingy alley way, after the kids ran off and nijimura thinks nothing. hands skim against the other, touching ; feeling ; wanting more.

more, more, more.

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Can someone please show me where the exit out of Nijihimu hell is? I can’t get out.

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in russian there’s a saying that loosely translates to “who are we gonna be friends against today” and i think that’s beautiful

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“Are you there?” she whispered quietly into the phone. Pause. “Yeah.” “Say something, please.” “Say what?” he replied. “Anything. That you miss me. That you miss me like I miss you.” He inhaled quietly, “Of course. Of course I miss you. I miss you so much that it hurts me every day.”

— A.M.// I miss you phone call (via tullipsink)

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dont miss me with that gay shit. hit me. kill me with that gay shit

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“I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.”

— (via misslucy-rose)

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I can’t seem to make time pass. insta: vincent.van.doe (C.B) (7.15.16)

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bad habits - fidlar

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*no one asked* me: so what happened was,

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“he is sitting on your front step and lighting a cigarette even though he would never let you touch one because “they’ll kill you,” he said, he is leaning back on his elbows and giving you that crooked smile that reminds you of an empty blue sky and you want to ask him if he’s ever really going to be happy or you’re supposed to pretend you don’t know that he’s going dark again you want to ask if maybe the problem is really that he doesn’t feel anything much less love or it’s actually just that you’re not good enough but god, this boy is a spinning top and a bad choice wrapped up in one, a sense of disaster in the trail behind him, he makes you feel exactly the same way as when you were seven and at the top of a hill on your brother’s bike and halfway down the brakes stopped working but you sit there and your tongue is tied and he’s so incredibly unsolvably sad inside and it’s something so even though you want to speak you say nothing.”

— “he’s so beautiful and it’s sad he never saw himself the way i saw him. i loved him, i really love him.” // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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won’t - tanérelle

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so smooth