The sun / The stars
IT'S CONFIRMED I'M DYING
I’m not at the club 🧐 because the club is in me ❤️ The club is my heart 😉 There are so many people in it ☺️ and idk what is going on in there 😦
ok but what if then happy sayakyoko in a little teacup ride what then
My favorite part of Rose of Versailles is when Oscar’s dad decides that his extremely gnc and queer daughter who he raised as a man because he wanted an heir should live like a Real Woman now, and throws a ball of all male suitors to try to get her married off.
And Oscar shows up in full military uniform and is like ‘this party SUCKS where are all the ladies’ and just fucking leaves.
One of the weirdest thing about growing up suicidal is that you assume you have no future, you don’t even try to envision it because you see no point. So eventually, you start assuming everyone else sees nothing in your future either. Recently, my friend and I were talking and she said something about how at her wedding I could wear a suit or a dress as long as it matched her bridesmaid’s dresses because the butler of honor has to make a good impression. This hit me so hard because I had never realized before how other people thought about me. She said it so casually like it wasn’t even a hard decision, just a given fact. She loves me so much she saw me at her wedding, standing with her on one of the most important days of her life. And you know what? There are so many people who think about you that way. If that isn’t proof that you should keep going I don’t know what is.
neuvillette having the rain betray his straight laced expression is so special to me, the fact it rains often during trial, god. neuvillette witnessing the most horrific of cases flash before him on a day to day basis whilst maintaining his composure, only for the pouring rain to represent how he truly feels, for humanity.
he's such an emotional character who wishes for the best of those around him, despite not knowing what that idea of the 'best' might exactly be. he doesn't understand humanity but he cherishes, and grieves for them all the same.
Franz Kafka, 1912
Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw