They don’t see how I move — a line of smoke slipping under doors, no sound, no heat, no warning. And the smoke alarm is broken. No one hears it. No one comes. Only I feel the burn. I miss it. Do I? I miss the cold that made me sharp as glass. The leash I held and called fre
WWe hide behind labels and miss use them so we can understand the world. Ihere is the kindness we used to have. The interest in others. The braveness to just be you. This world frightens me. But it soots me that the ugly world might feel the same.
htere is osamu’s and suna’s costume to try entice you to readhe halloween chapter is out for the twitter fic featuring me drawing all of their halloween costumes