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— Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine.

Иногда, я перечитываю твои рассказы и меня уносит в далекую страну разочарований о которой ты рассказывала. Я брожу по осколкам очарований и радостей и мои ступни все в крови. Ты пишешь резко, твои слова ранят и лечат, выразительная и нежная душевная глупость- нельзя любить так, как ты рассказывала, ты ведь точно не думаешь обо мне и не смотришь на мои фотографии, как твои персонажи- а я смотрю.

can't think of a haha funny caption for this because whenever i think about how they were both kids for more than a quarter of a second i suffer a brain hemorrhage

bunny and marion

happy birthday dazai!!!

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

I can feel Henry Winter in this song.

this has been in my drafts for 10 years