About Blog 2:

About blog 2:

(Because `I forgot to add this in the first one) ((Something tells me this won’t be the last “About blog”)) I’ll write about a gamut of anime and manga but specify which one in the request.  (((I’m also doing match-ups)))

Love you too, dork. <3

💛💛💛💙💙💙

*insert heart emoji* 

2D: ya know what’s kind of weird? some people name cats “whiskers.” that’s a cat’s body part. that’s so wild. i’m gonna name my son leg

Random writing

Bleak sunlight was refracted through the pristine glass, casting glimpses of colour inside the perfect prison. The light persisted until it reached a softly sleeping figure, dancing off her porcelain skin and highlighting her rouged lips. Her eyelids gently fluttered open, revealing deep chestnut orbs that explored the morning scenery. Her glossy, dark curls settled themselves as she tilted her head, gaining a greater view of her surroundings. Her smooth skin contrasted her prescribed snowy, white dress gorgeously as she moved her arm towards the glass that enveloped her. Her long fingers grazed the cool surface as though she was reluctantly reaching for something. Letting her arm fall lifelessly to the floor, she focused her attention on standing. Pushing her weight onto her hands, she was just able to stand up again. The tousled white silk glided across the floor as she took silent steps towards the outside world, only to be interrupted by the ever-present glass once again. She pressed her delicate hands against the glass, taking a deep breath as she caught a brief reflection of herself. Curly hair styled perfectly, cascading down the most expensive and elegant ivory garment. Yet her full lips never curved into a genuine smile. She was trapped within a false paradise. Everything seemed so perfect to everyone apart from her, onlookers that projected their preferences onto her, rewriting her life. Disregarding her thoughts, feelings and life. She was encased in a glass box, purely created to entertain others and she was perfect for the job. Her facade had been impeccable for years, she had programmed mental queues that dictated her character. Forever fading and forever evolving, she was her world's creation. A perfect projection of what everyone wanted. Everyone apart from her. No one could reach her, they never would. They'd stare in admiration or fear, staying silent and never attempting to shatter her cage. Why couldn't any of them understand? She longed to be like them. All she wanted was true freedom.

"If you don't like eat" ??? That grammar represents the quality of this so-called establishment and screw you I'm eating a cookie right now.

@jugheadjones94 my friend suggested that we watch flatliners and when I remembered that Kiefer sutherland was in it I thought of you

If millions of people saw this broadcasted all over the world, what would you say to those watching?