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This is such a wonderfully heartrending poem.
"The first time I saw her...
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. Or the eyelash on her cheek- the eyelash on her cheek- the eyelash on her cheek. I knew I had to talk to her. I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her.. But she loved it. She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday. She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- when she talked- when she talked- when she talked; when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars.. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. How she turns shower knobs like she's opening a safe. How she blows out candles- blows out candles- blows out candles- blows out candles- blows out-…. Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! I want her back so bad.. I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on. ”
this good looking and for what?
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this. this entire sequence from the nightmare -> moment of clarity...
"Like a creeping mold, the complete reality of your existence threads its way through your mind. Birth, death, birth again. Decay and bloom. A million stitches from a million microscopic wounds you've inflicted on everyone you've ever met with every muscle you moved and with ever word you've spoken."
"Your existence hurts them."
"A lonely soul in a room by itself weeping. It lives for eighty years and then it's gone. And then it's there again."
"A reprieve. A good life. Love, children, a steady career. Recognition from your peers. Here one moment, gone the next. The worms have found their orifices." (this line has no right being this good)
"Diagnosis. It forgets everything it is. Anger. Rage. Distance. Poverty. The lonely soul is lonely again. Love turns to mockery, It die. It is reborn. Worse. Lonelier."
"This is all too much. I… can't keep going."
idk what exactly it means, but it feels like the narrator is speaking from the heart about how he feels towards death and all... but this time it's a lot more sympathetic towards the princess for some reason?? why
i just can't figure out what exactly this means, but together with the fact the nightmare/moc "desires only companionship but the only thing she knows is how to hurt" and the narrator's constant dehumanisation of the princess thorough the entire game... it hits hard. seeing it again for the second time made me feel a lot of indescribable things.
I was thinking about the gold hair streak headcanon for c!Techno after using the totem because it parallels the headcanon of the white hair streak after revival, and now I'm just. c!Phil, as an immortal, who used so many totems that he just became blond.
Woe naturally brunet Philza be upon ye
a king ↦ for @minloop
a king ↦ for @minloop
a king ↦ for @minloop
a king ↦ for @minloop
Just a tiny video I made because my brain is perverted. I blame Misha Collins and AO3 lol…but mostly Misha Collins lol
“But why am I the one lonely?” ↳ trans cr
Jinhwans sexy part in ‘Killing Me’
ikon killing me - jinhwan
Lonely dancers was LITERALLY SOOOO GOOOD LIKE AHSKSHFJGJS
Listen to it.
Genres / Themes:
Comedy
Girls' Love
School Life
Supernatural
Vampires
It's been a couple years now, so I hope the author is doing okay and is healthy. No one seems to know the reason for the cancelation, but we can only hope that maybe one day, the series may continue on, or maybe even evolve into something else. Whatever may happen, I look forward to reading Akiyama's works ^-^
Killing Me! by Akiyama Enma - Chapter 5