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Loose lips sink ships

Aoyama x Hemingway… unlikely but lovely pair? Yes

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i love you guys but some of you have Lost The Plot on mastermind AUs. "wouldn't it be SCARY and OOPY SPOOPY if Ibuki—" no you whore whatever Ibuki has planned i would like to be a part of. it probably involves heroin and piercings in parts of my body even my doctor would have to look up. it probably involves eating babies on stage live. i would like to mirror her shine your honor

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After reading a far bit into the Manga but not catching up I thought this would be accurate for the child soldiers 💀

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i’m in love with a dead girl.

with a cigarette between her fingers she pulls me in close, and i can taste the smoke on her lips. i can’t find it in myself to care, though, what with the way her other hand, gentle with the grace of a god, traces down my back silently. maybe she’s begging me to leave, or maybe she’s begging me to stay. i don’t know whether she wants to be alone when she dies, or if she at least wants some bitter company. that way, we can be alone together.

i asked her once where she was going to end up, if she had any ideas for the future. she glanced at me, lopsided smile and all, answering: in a ditch on the side of the road, probably. her eyes have eye bags under them, skin pale from days without sun, and her hair is knotted, unbrushed. but the bitter truth is i sit by her regardless, face more sunken in every late night we spend together. i brush her hair in the mornings, and she kisses me softly in return, legs tangled together in the sheets.

her mother is out of the house more often than not, and she tells me not to worry that her mother hates me, because her mother must hate her more. at least we can be hated together, she tells me, interlinking our fingers.

her room smells of rotting dreams. there used to be a box at the very back of the closet, filled with old toys and photos of her from her childhood. last month on our one year anniversary, we went out to the woods together and roasted marshmallows on the fire that was her burning past. she used my lighter, and once she started the fire she held the burning metal against her arm. once, i might’ve thought it was a bad idea, to burn all her old things. once i might’ve thought she shouldn’t, because what if she missed them? but even if that thought crossed my mind, i didn’t say a word. i leaned her head on my lap and watched the embers fly into the dark, starless sky.

i wanted to ask what day would be her last. i wanted to ask if she even knew. i never did, though. i’d come by her house, and the words would die in my throat. her arms would bleed and i would bandage them without a word, leaving all the things unsaid between us to collect dust instead of mentioning them even once.

three days ago i walked the fifteen minutes from my house to hers, and my mother used to tell me to be back before ten, but now she just watches me go. too many nights i’ve returned at two am, two many nights i haven’t returned at all. i entered through the back door, and on the counter all the drawers of medicine had been raided, scattered across the counter. i passed the bathroom, and there was a rope shoved under the sink. i walked into her room, and she was still there, eyes emptier than ever.

rough night, huh? i wanted to say. are you okay? i wanted to say. how can i help? how can i make you better? i desperately wanted to say. but i didn’t say anything. she didn’t say anything, either. i took the cigarette from her hand and put it between my lips, and then she pulled me close, burying her face in the crook my neck;

i’m in love with a dead girl.

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shadow the hedgehog (2005)

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showing my blood places it's never seen before!

1. the world outside my body

2. hhopital

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i think abt this image so much

wrapped around her finger

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enemies to lovers except theyre enemies of the state

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They're judging people ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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I will not explain

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embrace

Briony Marshall (Peaceful embrace or the melting of boundaries), Stephan Sinding (To Mennesker), Gustav Vigeland (Kiss), William Zorach (Embrace), Antonio Canova (Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss)

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Vija Celmins - House #2, 1965 (An oil-painted wood and cardboard sculpture based on her Indiana childhood home)