“Chuuya.”
“He’s here, Ane-san,” he broke down, his face distraught and his hands on his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if he could rip his heart out. Ane-san stopped smiling. “I let him in, damn it, and I don’t know how to get him out or what to do. I’m desperate.”
“Chuuya, dear.”
Chuuya staggered and fell back into his seat, burying his face in his hands as he fought back the tears. He jumped when Ane-san ran her fingers through his hair. He sniffled. She gently untied his hair and began to comb through his curls.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, wiping away tears with the heel of his hand.
“Feelings are complicated.”
“No, Dazai is complicated as hell,” he mumbled.
Kouyou smiled sweetly.
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Yo, if you ever want your heart to forget its current pains, AND WANT TO RIP IT OUT OVER A STRANGER.
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I forgot a few so please add to my list I love talking about anime.
icb i actually went back to a sketch from like 1.5 month ago to color it
“And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.”
— Khaled Hosseini
My unhappiness was the unhappiness of a person who could not say no. I had been intimidated by the fear that if I declined something offered me, a yawning crevice would open between the other person’s heart and myself which could never be mended through all eternity.
Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human
Ugh, tell me about it. Hope you feel better soon!
Idk about you but… I’ve been feeling kinda 22 lately 😔
The art of love is not finding someone that completes you. It’s finding someone that reminds you that you that you were whole all along.
honestly he had no business talking about chuuya's thighs while making that expression
Favorite Anime, Otome, and Manga Releated Content~Muse: Leigh;Late 20s;Aries;A Strong Demiromantic Black Woman💜
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