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Hotaru you are so famous

I’m so scared, scared, scared, scared - Don't come near me We just keep repeating our secret code It’s so cold, cold, cold, cold, cold Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold It’s so cold, cold, cold, cold, so please, Who cares where I am on this line in order for me, to be me…

When I’m in a fucked up car competition and my opponent is Hotaru “I look like a cat on the side of the street”

Love them. And also want to see them get put in a box and kicked down a flight of comically long stairs

(@74n5n)

thank you all for your input

epimedium: I won't let you go, departure

anemone: ephemeral love, I love you, tomorrow's hope

dandelion: God's announcement, sincerity, happiness, separation

alstroemeria: sustainability, aspirations for the future, dignifiedness

yellow tulips: unfruitful love

white freesia: innocent

*Holding a bloody scalpel and 7 crumpled up pieces of paper, hair comically disheveled and visible eye bags* Yeah no I totally understand you Ayame

Trial 1 - 005 Memory report

Record no.1

I want to talk to someone, though we're in a fight again. Mhm, I know, if you're a part of my fate, we'll always come back together, so I don't need to worry. Meadow flowers, fluffy clouds covering my head, taking messy photos that only we will keep. Look, there's a cat! We exchange cosmetics and aroma candles; of course, bracelets of our colors as well. It's dark in the park, though I think it's supposed to be daytime; I don't see the stars either. But I guess they wouldn't be seen in the city… I receive a fish-shaped cake from a smudged, flickering silhouette. I can't remember the taste anymore. Huh? What is this weird cold? The decorative pillow that you gifted me lies in my bed, next to all of my beloved plush toys. I put my head on your shoulder; we point out what around us reminds of your current story and laugh; then you write our names on the riverfront’s fence. I really didn't want to wake up today, but not that I have a choice! I carry an anchor in my chest everywhere with me and doze off during classes. With the sound of alarm clock — one of my favorite songs, of course — I open several blank chats, deliver good mornings and fall asleep again. Huh? Where was the true love?

Record no.2

Once I stay on my own at home, I sing along to my favorite songs! The ones that fill me with energy, or perhaps with a sweet, warm melancholy, ah, but my pitch breaks at songs that are too slow— I can't utter a sound in this thick water. Nothing is working out; I'm locked in the helplessness of having no skill nor confidence. Mhm. Putting away my phone, I sit in silence. I'm tired after school, you're busy with the theater club; we'll go out on the weekend, surely… Huh? Wait, I have another audience. Oh, and you need to host a group game… How annoying, I don't care then. I’m going to be good today. Don't feel and don't show too much, no tears and no requests, smile whenever you're talked to; capricious kids get scolded, patient kids receive a reward at the end of the year — I learned this rule right after my first breath. Kind of suffocating… Looking up at the white ceiling instead of the star-filled sky, the light barely gets through… How do people write stories? I would like to try my hand at it too. …Hm, but keeping it as a secret would be horrible. Because I'm watched and I'm a proper friend—

Record no.3

I know it's not that bad. It's also not serious at all. I keep quiet and nod and listen, but no one is talking to me. I want to run away from this place. Hate! Hate! Hate! Where are we going today? You squeeze ▆ hand tightly. With life slowly returning to nature, there's now such a nice breeze and a blooming view! Let's take messy photos that only we will keep; huh, but ▆ really dislikes having ▆ photo taken. Hm, what a shame. You do enjoy smiling and posing a lot, though! Though you can't look at these photos afterwards. Ah, it'd be easier to get reborn. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Don't come near. The spring sky is falling down. If there was another you, completely identical — would you hurt her, insult her, and remind her of the worthlessness that only you and her can see? What a stupid clichê — a person with a burning self-hatred yet a kind soul within; those who aren't kind to themselves aren't kind to others as well. I want to remember only nice things. I want to remember only nice things. I want to remember only nice things. I wish I could remember only nice things. I wish I could remember only nice things.