After this moment my room will become the dark alley of my disgustingly average apartment. The shadow I hide behind, while the sun vultures the sky. While the rain beats down like a drum on the ledge of the window.
The drums. The constant drums! The drumming of the air conditioner, of the rain, all the drums, beating me down like a heart! Oh the sounds that are all different, but in one tone that is the same!
my favorite part of sadness is the result, when you’re finally not
i appreciate my experiences that make me feel the way i do, the people who make me insecure about the things i do or how i often act.
afterwards i always feel very pigheaded, but there is so much more
there is so much more than a handshake and an exchange in beliefs.
i can feel the brisk air of autumn, but the sun feels a little bit closer.
what she thinks:kaneki ken deserved none of this