Strwcherri - Happiness Is Around The Corner.

"Is There Anyone Else You Can Call?"

UHM this has been in my drafts for a while so ‼️ Enjoy‼️ I haven't edited this and haven't really looked this over either so 🧍🏾‍♀️ This is from months ago, I don't have any other written pieces in drafts DJDJ

A white ceiling. How crude. 

"Sorry, miss? We can't reach your emergency contact. Is there anyone else you can call?" 

Ah. The only remaining contacts were those that she hadn't talked to in a decade at best, forever at worst. The rush of noise blinded her ears, as she hopelessly ran through names. 

"... Dazai Osamu." She sighed. Should she cry at her stupidity? Or should she cry at her misfortune? 

Could she even cry, in this state? The physical cauterised her emotional wounds, a gentle but unnerving ease that she succumbed to, becoming a shell of herself. 

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Like a doll with a soul, she woke up. The scratchy fabric brushed against her thin fingers, her hair still tainted by her own blood. Lotte suddenly regretted her actions - perhaps she shouldn't have called anyone at all. What could they do for her? Sleep restlessly as a sign of affection? 

She sighed. The gothic hand of sorrow that stitched her emotions tightly had fallen limp, reducing her to a needy child. A craving so disgusting, a gentle love she so wanted, for someone to waste and kill their time by her side. 

In spite of her childlessness, she could tell he would never arrive. He could never love like that; he wasn't that person. There was no space for her, and for him there was none either. 

The room was so white it looked blue. The walls stared back at her, the click of shoes passing the doors, an overwhelming sense she was alone. All of her contacts were dead and useless. She had become - no, made -  an insentient doll, one that could not be remembered with fondness. 

"Lotte?" His voice called out. That annoying and wretched man had appeared once again, despite her best assumptions. Why had the heartless brang her comfort?

Dazai walked closer, calling her name once again. Her eyes grew hot, her nose flaring. She sobbed, her body like a plastic bottle, sniffling and gasping as if she was drowning. 

"There's other ways to tell me I smell bad, okay?" 

"It's not that!" She said through her unpaced tears. 

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How do people feel about Eleceed OCs? 🧍🏾‍♀️

i was trying to collect more shitty ms paint doodles we all use and vibe with and then i realize i also have ms paint and can just MAKE some 

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

Something I find really beautiful about this chapter is Atsushi subconsciously finding his tendency to rely on his emotions as a strength — he had no logical conclusion as to why the ADA members were alive, but instinctively, in his heart, he knew.

The same for Akutagawa — he knew that Akutagawa would remember, in his heart, with the doubt of his mind. I believe it was a quote Atsushi had said earlier, but I believe it's the core of his character — "The head may err, but never the blood".

The heart is a mysterious thing, because it makes sense without any logical basis. The heart is a trust, a senseless trust with a sense of clarity. Dazai in Atsushi's subconscious saying, "Feel strongly. That's what you do when you want to experience the past", brings me to believe that Atsushi has become better at living. Atsushi, by only living in the present, has become the only person fit to defy the space, because the present in the agreement of the past and future.

In other words, I believe Atsushi is the heart.

California girls, we're undeniable 🍒🎶✨

trench coat jason !!

Gentle reminder that Dazai, who was also in the Port Mafia, could use driving as a threat due to how poor his driving skills are

Kyouka being able to drive at 14 whilst Atsushi can’t will forever be my favorite thing about bsd

Kayden Break is taking over my simpery list- DJDJD

Look at these screenshots. LOOK AT THEM.

Bsd Oc 💀💀

His name is Alyosha Karamazov, and i know that you know where from he is inspired

Making this healed something deep within me I almost cried