We Watched The Devil Die That Day. We Watched Him Die 9 Times

i <3 menial tasks. for srs.

war never changes

Still babygirl to me.

obsessed with stories that start out silly and stupid and then turn out to be deep and heartbreaking in their beauty. like okay, make me cry at midnight while i reflect on the true meaning of friendship i guess

himiko give tomura a cinnamoroll,,,,

guys he miss his dog :((

oh, to be the owner of a small bookshop on a cobblestone street with roses climbing the front of the building, where books are stacked about in piles and there’s always coffee brewing and a sleepy shop dog lifts his head at the sound of the door’s bell and thumps his tail against the hardwood

platonic kisses. platonic cuddles. platonic hand holding. platonic intimacy in general. you agree. reblog.

I dont even bite my nails because of anxiety anymore they just look so tasty

lesbian cats

quite old art but who cares