AND I LOVE YOUR THEME ITS SO PRETTY

AND I LOVE YOUR THEME ITS SO PRETTY 😮‍💨

thank you💗💗yours is pretty as always lune <3

omg zey you’re 3 cm shorter than me😭

im shorter than everybody ik pls😭😭

i couldn’t exactly paint the actual parts in white but meh. im that one aquarius who acts mentally stable but is not </3

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@eru-lloyd thanks for tagging me in THIS picrew!!

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MY LOVE MY LOVE

WHAT DID U DO TO FIX THE @ PROBLEM BCUZ ITS BEING WEIRD FOR ME

IDK BUT I THINKS ITS BECAUSE I SENT THIS FORM FROM TUMBLR HELP OR SUPPORT IDK???

idk if i reblogged this but im reblogging it now bcs its a true masterpiece and if you don’t read it you’re just a dumbass who has no taste, love yall <3333

tw; pure angst :P

tell me where you are, honey

So, I should tell you that that this is not my fiction, its heavily based on real life. If you want to check it out, the mentioned band is a Turkish band called ‘Duman’.

Genre and warnings: hey guys? This is pure angst. Just angst. Heavy heavy angst. First of all, major character death (not Suna), tw: mentions of suicide, tw: mentions of death, tw: mentions of depression and anxiety, mentions of alcohol, if there’s anything else please tell me!

Suna closes his eyes as he sings the words, trying to forget the uneasy feeling stirring in his chest. 

He feels the sweat drip from the sides of his face, making him glisten under the blueish lights of the bar. 

A chilly wind makes his overheated body shiver. Your face comes before his eyes, and Suna can’t help the bitter smile finding its way on his lips. He stopped taking song requests a long time ago, so instead, he leans to the mic and asks how’s the night going with a broken but charming smile that makes the crowd excited.

It has been a while. Suna shouldn’t feel a lump in his throat, a stinging in his eyes. But he does. He can’t help it when a fan calls out to him, asking for the song. 

Reminding the rest of his fans of the song, they start chanting the name of it like it’s a prayer, holding a rhythm and hoping for him to sing it.

The song he hasn’t sang in a long, long time.

The choking feeling is instant, the heaviness pressuring his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe in the foggy room. Atsumu interjects, telling the fans to cut it out, that they are well aware Suna won’t, can't sing it.

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DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO BE 5’7??? TO BE 5’10???

im 5’2 🧍‍♀️

OMG I COULD PAT YOUR HEAD AND IDK DO ALL THOSE COUPLE STUFF WHERE IM THE TALL S/O

i bet you’re a cute one wifey <33