‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟.

‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ in the end, loss becomes the drive. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

https://t.co/uIdIuQArB9

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

@sanctangel / HEY ? OH JESUS ....

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

@jujutsuisms — 🦋

[The sunny side of Franz Kafka @AmschelKavka]

I wish I could look after you.

Franz Kafka, 1913.

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

@sanctangel — 🌹

[🍂 @Lovandfear]

- E.M. Forster, The Life to Come and Other Stories

[m@gβ @mgb1717]

人と樹の詩

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

@sanctangel — 🌹

[ً @aslovewept]

you love me, but your romance will only cost me my life—blood.

[m@gβ @mgb1717]

薫る胸に火を灯せ

[ᅟᅟskullcrusher, @sainticide]

you will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut.

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

( aki's chest grows warm at the thought of his prickly son retaining such a detail about him. the smile he bears is small. )

if you're sure.
... thanks again. i mean that.

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

( he's /really/ done it, now, to be seeing that frown again. ack. digits fidget with the spoon... taking a stab at the moistness of the double chocolate cake. )

...it looks really good...

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

a heart would be nice. or maybe a star... 💭

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

i'm not... good at these, you know. but i'm grateful that you went out of your way for me, anyway.

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

( wilts a little. ) right...

i'll give you half of it, then.

( a little awkward— eyes falling to the slice. )

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

...still, i'm happy you brought a slice. are you feeling nice enough to share it with me?

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

sorry. when i get busy, i get /busy/... 💧

[m@gβ @mgb1717]

秋 silence

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

< ( has been so busy and stressed, )

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

( staring into his cup. )

i forgot my birthday ... ... ...

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

i would have kay em essed if someone's last words to me were this .

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍𝒘𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚛͟𝚊͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚜͟. @futureache]

i think i huave Covid .

[ꨄ @lostaffections]

at least curse me a little at the very end...

[🍂 @Lovandfear]

- Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath