I Have To Give Props To Chuuya. The Fact That This Man Has Canonically Lost Three Whole Friend Groups

“I believe everyone has the ability to love another, but how well we love depends upon our ability to love ourselves.”

— Emina Gaspar-Vrana

‘From a swamp, evil, viscous,’ Osip Mandelstam (translated by A. S. Kline)

anyone else a little peeved that toasters rely so much on jumpscares but are otherwise not very scary

responses to someone who punched you

Responses to Being Punched

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

"What the shit, dude?"

"You're going to have to hit a little harder if you want to do some real damage."

"This isn't a fair fight."

"I'm giving you one last chance to walk away."

"This is about to get ugly."

"If [Name] wasn't here right now, you'd be dead."

"Just wait."

"Punch me again, see what happens."

"Wow."

"Jesus Christ, are you wearing brass knuckles?"

"When the cops show up, you're going to tell them that you started this."

"You're dead."

"Woah, woah, woah, let's not jump to any extremes."

"What did I do?"

"Um, ow."

"I probably deserved that."

"I think you broke my nose."

"Was that a 'hey, buddy, how are you?' kind of punch or a 'I'm about to mess you up' kind of punch?"

"Whatever you think I did, I didn't do it."

"Well, I don't think I deserved that."

"You hit surprisingly hard."

"That felt like being kissed by a butterfly, are you serious right now?"

"I guess you're waiting for me to apologize?"

"If that's your way of saying sorry, I don't think it's going to work."

your love for geto suguru is measured in bodies.

skin over muscle over bone, hands on knees, knees on the floor, cold. thirteen corpses, colder. tongue unmoving, eyes closed, blood still. frozen forever in a state of perfect decay.

to curse users, death is family. you know, intimately, the way it feels in your lungs, the way it settles like a fine dark dust at the end of a struggle. the stench sticks to the back of your throat and tells you that you are home.

suguru presses his face into your neck and breathes out.

you did your best, he says. you did so well.

(this is love returned.)

perhaps there was a time when you loved differently, in the way that he wanted, but you are not your past. you are your present, and this is your only gift. and he accepts it, arms wrapped around you like ribs around an unbeating heart.

your love for geto suguru is measured in bodies.

the first one was yours.

crying while reading the day i picked up dazai ;;; (side b never existed)

"Maybe from today onwards, I'll be better".

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