#why not now

[rhiezus]

“ are you going to kiss me again, or do i have to do it myself? “ // bowen x vince

this night like any other night before this one for the past few months had been extraordinary at best. he could almost use the word magical, but he never really liked using other world aspects to describe real feelings because he had to believe this was real and it was happening to him. vince had given up most of his hope of success for his career so this was living in his wildest imagination. sometimes he would still wish for someone to pinch him or drop a bucket of cold water on his head so he could wake up and start facing reality again. this is reality, he would often remind himself. this is reality and it's time to live it all, to its fullest. which means not holding back your feelings anymore 'cause apparently luck is on his side and he is going to cherish it in order of it never letting him go.

he often pops up the question on his mind — while he is getting ready in the morning and then sits up for breakfast in the hotel or gets to the studio on time and waits for the other to arrive — he gets one look at him and thinks if luck is not a superstition but instead a person. could it be him who's been missing in his life this entire time? not just for making this band a real thing, for putting them on every radio, creating a chance for every possible award but for also making his heart alive. the blood in his veins pulsates insanely whenever he gets this feeling as if he is the most brilliant person in that room. he feels his heart race beating along the instrumental of each song, earning for it. this urge to live this dream with him, to make him see the starts that he sees whenever his vision goes blurry when he can finally touch him that night and kiss every surface of his skin that is just as hot as his own. no one has ever craved for someone as much as vince does bowen every night, every morning, and every moment they are together.

tonight after another glorious performance in a foreign city with the certainty that they were made for that state and for those crowds, at least they are almost in their hotel suites for a due rest. although that's pretty much the last damn thing on their minds. they couldn't keep their hands off each other ever since they got off stage, bowen put his finger in the hem of the jeans just slightly to push him towards him which sent vince in a spiral. they still had to take pictures for social media, talk to some famous locals who came to their show, and survive the twenty-minute ride from the venue to the hotel but they made it in one piece, and once they finally had no more eyes on them in the elevator they gave up all decorum and anguish — not that they ever have much. vince wanted to make a run for it, grab his hand, and push him towards his suite without thinking twice. however, he did. his hesitation in doing so didn't go unnoticed by bowen and thank god it didn't because he wasn't ready to spend the night alone. "you know much better than to beg for me to kiss you." vince had his eyes closed when he said that, yet he could still picture every detail from bowen's face and also the expression he would make when he opened his eyes again. this was part of their proximity, knowing so well each other's do's and don't's, it was almost engraved on his mind like a tattoo. bowen was unforgettable if only he knew — if only vince could show him.

he was drenched in so much affection with an air that again felt almost mystical. swearing he didn't touch any alcohol that night, not like on the first night he kissed him, but it always felt as though bowen's presence made him drunk and out of touch with reality. maybe that's why they made so much good music together, they wanted that excitement to be perceived by their listeners thinking perhaps they would be just as lucky as they were. with his confidence back and his core irregularly beating up his soul, he opened his eyes again to find that exact expression he had already projected on bowen's face — a smile, mischievous and devious just as he intended to be. the elevator opened at the same time as he grabbed vince's pulse out of there and instead of making that run for it, he walked them slowly out of it with a newfound trust in his senses. then he grabbed his waist back when he tried to bolt for the door of his suite and forced his attention on his lips without needing to close it with his yet. "whenever you want, yeah. you should do it. kiss me yourself, kiss me anywhere, everywhere, all the time. fuck it, just do it." and then he breathed him in, his glamorous scent and diamond eyes but without doing what vince wanted him most because that was his to take it whenever he wanted and right now seemed as if they wanted more than ever.

#mais um pra conta #nao é mais seu aniversario mas vc ainda ta de parabéns #eu queria muito ha muito tempo responder uma deles #mas eu sabia que precisava de um momento certo #why not now #vince. #vince x bowen

[mikefrawley]

Why Not Now

Have fun while you can enjoy your life don’t be in a hurry Old age will arrive with its aches and pains this you needn’t worry Dine and dance have some romance promise to lasso the moon Children to raise mortgages to pay Forty comes all too soon Be alive today Love, Laugh, and Play don’t wait until the end Grey and wrinkled a Shiny Gold Watch it comes so fast my friend

#poetry #life #love #laugh #Why Not Now

[ramayantika]

Braj ki Holi (Ch-5)

//Ch-4// //Masterlist//

The next morning Dau decided to take all of us to Vishram ghat in Mathura. Our train was in the evening at around 7pm and Mathura was barely half an hour away so we agreed to visit a few more temples and ghats. 

All the girls decided to wear ethnic today, and I was glad that I had packed some nice ones to wear. My mother had packed a maroon chikankari kurti for me and lent me a beautiful pair of silver jhumke from her collection. She had also asked me to send her photographs in this dress. 

"Yaar koi dori bandh do mera mera bhagya kahan hai ki koyi cute sa ladka bandh de mere liye," I heard Bhumi who was trying to tie the threads of her backless kurti in front of the mirror. 

Subhadra laughed and helped my sister to tie those threads while commenting, "Arey didi itna rona nahi lago kya pata koi ladka aaj mil jaye?" Radhika who was combing her hair joined in too, saying, "Ekdum apsara jaisi sundarta leki padhari hai humari Bhumi ladkon ka dil phisla degi."

Bhumi giggled and applied perfume to her arms and then looked at herself in the mirror. "Tumhe koi haq nahi banta ki tum itni khubsurat lago. Not fair!"

I facepalmed and pulled her away from the mirror. "Okay Bhumi ji, now let others use the mirror too. Hume bhi khubsurat lagna hai."

Bhumi sat on the bed and began scrolling on her phone. Radhika was braiding her hair while Subhadra was playing with the beads on her beaded kurti. I applied a thick stroke of my kajal on my eyes and after feeling satisfied with the length and thickness of the kohl, I announced, "Okay, I am done. All ready."

"Whoa!" All the girls exclaimed. "Your eyes look stunning in kajal. You should wear it often," Subhadra commented. "Kanha bhaiya would get lost in your eyes for sure." This earned her a smack on her shoulder from Radhika. 

Radhika walked over to me and moved her fingers in a circle around my face. "Like those typical indian tv serial vali mummy, tujhe kisiki nazar na lage."

"Jaa meri Bhaishmi jaa ab inn aakhon se aankhon ki gustakhiyan khel."

Adjusting my dupatta over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes at Bhumi who shrugged her shoulders and pushed me outside the room, making me collide with someone. 

"Bhumi, what are you…" Thank you Bhumi! "I am so sorry Krishna, Bhumi pushed me and I had no idea that you would be walking here."

Subhadra's words indeed came true and I was struck with the realization that Krishna was holding me by my shoulders, his face leaning a little dangerously close to mine in front of everyone. 

"Not in front of my lipstick, you two!" Radhika's words brought Krishna out of my kohl lined eyes.

I took a step back and adjusted my dupatta again, a brilliant way to hide my blushy face. 

"Uh.. No I- not that, we won't… God, Bhaishmi, your eyes look angelic in kajal. Had you walked over to my seat on the train with kajal in your eyes, I would have proposed to you there itself." 

Radhika, Subhadra and Bhumi smirked. My devious sister pretended to clear her throat and motioned the others to walk with her. "Generous of us to offer you guys some privacy. Bhaishmi, I need details."

"Ghanta details." I looked at Krishna who was back to smiling amusedly at me. "Chalo sab mandir."

****

It was 2.30pm and all of us decided to have lunch and visit the Vishram ghat after which we would head back to kaki's house and leave for the train station. 

The ghat was usually crowded in the evening where tourists as well as locals gathered together to witness the yamuna aarti. Sadly, we couldn't stay that long to see the aarti, so we decided to enjoy the sight of the river and take a look at the various shrines built on the ghat. 

The ghat looked quite empty in the afternoon. We could see some of the priests and a few devotees here and there. The boats were aligned together on the river and tied to one of the posts. 

"There's our Vrindavan," Radhika pointed towards a distant mass of hills and trees visible from the ghat. 

I saw Ranvit staring at that location for a long time. He then said, "I love how Vrindavan and Mathura have still kept their history and culture together while moving forward with time. Here are various ghats and temples constructed by so many saints and kings in history; so many folklores and tales connected to each and every corner of every street. Even though we live in the twenty-first century, a part of the old times still resides here. Call me crazy, but I can still feel that maybe once we turn a corner, a portal will open and we all will be with Krishna and his sakhas." He paused and sighed, "This holiday will be the most memorable holiday in my life."

Arjun then spoke up. "This was my first time in Vrindavan too, and I feel blessed to come here. Somehow connecting to our roots grants a different sense of happiness. I don't think I have the right words to describe what I feel, but I feel that this place has changed something in me."

Arjun was right. This place, this little vacation did change something inside me too. I met some amazing people and bonded with them; celebrated a festival together and created so many lovely memories that I will look back on in the future. 

Heck, I feel like Naina from Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani as I write this. Now in the movie, Bunny and Naina got together, but does this story have the same ending? 

Subhadra gave a side hug to Bhumi. "You all don't make me cry, okay. Bhumi, Bhaishmi and Ranvit… I am going to miss you all so much. Be in touch or I will spam all your inboxes."

I saw Radhika looking at Krishna, their eyes having a silent conversation on their own. Her hand gently patted his shoulder. 

"I agree with my little sister. I never expected to have such a wonderful Holi celebration. All of this feels straight out of a book or a movie you know but I am glad I met you guys," Dau said. 

"Are we going to stay here the entire time? We need to head back and drop them off at the station too."

Thanks for reminding me Krishna about that! 

The journey back to kaki's house was no longer filled with us talking about how special this trip was or if we were going to miss each other or not. Radhika and Krishna had decided to cheer up everyone with a playful banter and soon we all were laughing until our stomachs ached. 

We reached kaki's house in an hour. Everyone rushed out of the car except me and Krishna. I wanted time to slow down by a few hours just to spend some more time with him, thus I walked excruciatingly slow while passing occasional glances at Krishna. 

"Okay, I am going to regret this if I don't do it now and let you go." This was the last thing I heard before Krishna pulled my wrist towards him and led me towards a secluded wall. 

Pressing his forehead against mine, he murmured, "Do you want this too? For the first and maybe the last time I think?"

"Do it, Krishna."

And at last, I was closer to his lips than his flute had ever been. Both of us let our yearning out for each other, not caring even once about the consequences. His lips were soft like rose petals and he kissed me as passionately as he played his flute. 

And we slowly moved away from each other after what seemed like eternity. We smiled at each other, and his arm moved around my waist, bringing me close to him. 

"You know the next time I look up at the stars, I will always be reminded of you, Krishna," I told him as I hugged him for one last time. 

His fingers played with my hair, delicately brushing them over my hair. "And why so?"

"The first time I saw you, it was your eyes that drew me in. They always shine with happiness and love for each and everything that exists in this world." Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, I added, "And we have met like two stars too; coming close for a while and then moving away to our respective paths ahead."

I could feel him smile and his arms embraced me tighter. A very funny feeling arose in my chest. Warmth seeped inside my body, the more I stayed in Krishna's embrace. I felt the heaviness in my heart at the prospect of leaving this place and him, but there was peace and understanding too. I could feel my stomach do somersaults yet there was a calming effect too. 

Are there any specific words to describe this feeling? 

"Bhaishmi, where are you? Kaka and Kaki are calling." Thank you, Ranvit. I love you so freaking much! 

The warmth that had enveloped my being had escaped back to nature, as I felt Krishna move a step back from me. 

The end, isn't it? 

****

Bhumi was on the phone with my maasi who had once again taken up the role of cautioning sixteen year olds to not accept any food from strangers on the train. 

God, how would she react when we would tell her about our little adventure. Now, dear reader, it's obvious that we all lied to our parents that we were at the hotel and not with a group of teenagers

"Tum sab badme parivar ke sath aana bachon samjhe?" Yashodhara kaki wiped a lone tear with the end of her pallu. 

Nanda kaka was busy settling all our luggages near our seats. I saw him smile and shake his head at kaki but I could make out that he too felt a little sad with us leaving. Strange, how people take up spaces in other people's hearts when they have met only for a short amount of time? 

Bhumi was munching on those tasteless, saltless yellow Lays chips causing me and Ranvit to grimace. Dau was inside with kaka and Krishna was on the platform, standing silently. 

Radhika's gaze often switched between the two of us. Subhadra being the clever girl she is, cleverly asked everyone to get inside the train after sending Dau out to get some more snacks for us, leaving two people behind at the train compartment's gate. 

Reader, you must know who they are? 

"Goodness, my sister is far more clever than me," muttered Krishna. 

I looked at Subhadra's retreating figure as she walked to my seat. God, just a few days ago only we were on the train meeting each other the first time and now it was time to go back. Soon. This was ending too soon. 

I think when we leave a place we leave behind some part of ourselves there and carry bits of the places in us while leaving for the next destination. I was taking away some scenic sites, fun memories, amazing friends, beautiful flute tunes that would always find a way to enter my dreams and sweet memories of a very pretty boy. 

The train was to leave the station in ten minutes and Krishna and I weren't speaking a word. Our fingers would fiddle around each other, with our lips trying desperately to conceal the words of our hearts. 

But finally, Universe being the master conspirator, conspired against every bodily function and made me speak the sentence. 

"I am going to love you, Krishna."

His eyes met mine and he held my gaze for a very long time. His eyes that had lost their shine for a few moments back there on the platform were twinkling again just like my favourite stars adorning the night sky. 

Sometimes we don't need to have those forever kind of love stories. Love can be found in small moments of time too and maybe you may choose other things or some other person later in life, you are still going to house that love in your heart forever. I think people might not be forever, but love is. 

And I was going to nurse this beautiful plant of love forever. These four to five days with him were going to be some wonderful memories inside my heart. 

But indeed was it love? We only met for a few days. You can love people for the briefest of moments too. Love is a very mysterious but beautiful language of the Universe that connects your heartstrings to many people. Popularly, love might always mean romance and relationships, but one must never forget the love that exists in friends, amidst nature and quiet places that exist to tell you little secrets of life. 

I was going to love Subhadra, Dau, Arjun, Radhika, Kaka and Kaki too. I was going to love this blissful experience of Vrindavan and Mathura. There was love flowing in the breeze when Krishna and I talked by the Yamuna river. The stars that I saw with him on the terrace the night before and the darkness that welcomed my eyes after sleep embraced me as my head rested on his shoulders spoke of that love. 

This little bud of love had blossomed into a lotus inside me. And, Krishna understood everything that I have written here because… 

"I am going to love you too, Bhaishmi."

Kaka, Kaki, Dau, Subhadra and Radhika came back to the gate and stepped down on the platform one by one. Krishna was the last one to move down, but he did not leave my hand after giving me a very precious object. 

He left his peacock chain from his flute in my fingers. Those beautiful lips curled upwards for one last time and I committed his smile to my memory, and those starry eyes once again promised: I am going to love you, Bhaishmi. 

"Goodbye, Krishna."

"No. See you soon, Bhaishmi."

Kaki waved at us and I felt Ranvit's hand over my shoulder. I stood near the gate until the others on the platform were reduced to a dot in my vision until I could no longer see the platform, with Krishna's sweet voice ringing inside my ears. 

"See you soon…"

*****

Hello! It is 12.36am with machhar attacking me from all sides but I managed to write this fic nevertheless.

Wait wait wait I completed this fic??? I had started this out before my board exams maybe somewhere in April after I posted about a fic I had wrote somewhere half way about meeting Krishna on a train and some people told me to post it here. I changed a lot of things here though that what I had originally written before.

Also the last section of the fic, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. And worry not, we are going to have an epilogue. Picture abhi bhi bali hai mere dost!

Also, I would love to hear your thoughts about the ending. What were you expecting? Was it good or you wanted something else. Everything!

Anyway, I should go to sleep now. And god I am going to miss these characters. I hope you guys miss them too. Bhaishmi and everyone will always be here on this blog.

Okay so tagging people for one last time here for this fic:

@ma-douce-souffrance @lil-stark @jessbeinme15 @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @pokemon-master-elita @manwalaage @phoenix666stuff @itsfookingloosah @riiddhhiii

#samridhi writes #Krishna x reader #more like Krishna x rukmini modern au #because Bhaishmi is another name of rukminj #rukmini #too tired to correct the spelling okay #Krishna fics #krishnablr #and as jess invented: #gopiblr #so yeah if Krishna and rukminj got together in dwaraka #why not now #heheheh #bas machar bahut kaat rhe hai me go to sone on my warm bed #bas dimag officially thak gaya #kahani pasand aaye toh khabar krne ka #machar bahut khun piya hai mera likhte vakt #bye goodnight

[fritzllang]

happy christmas' eve everyone! gonna watch saw before the family dinner <3

#been meaning to watch it for a while and like #why not now #saw #saw 2004 #.txt

[bankaizen]

*makes two separate saves for a wyll and gale romance because i can't choose this time*

#before anyone says shit #i was planning on romancing gale eventually anyway so #why not now #g.txt

[warmcoals]

2022 moodboard

#why not now #a post

[lady-of-snails]

i do not UNDERSTAND. they are in love why cant they just be in love perfectly forever

#watching new girl season 3 #nick and jess are the loves of my lives and i dont understand #WHY THEY CANT BE MARRIED RIGHT NOW #i know they will be but WHY THREE SEASONS FROM NOW #WHY NOT NOW #:((((((((((((((

[girlstressed]

can’t stop smiling in inappropriate situations

#personal #ITS A REFLEX IDK WHY I USED TO HAVE A RBF AND NOW I HAVE A RESTING SMILING FACE???

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[beaft]

google help me

#be shh now #i'm reading needful things and sometimes i come to a sentence that's just like. indescribable. mr king why have you done this.

[sufficientlylargen]

#I don't remember why I created this #but I found it on my machine #so now you can see it too

[crustaceousfaggot]

No nuance allowed. Put your nuance in the tags, I just want a yes or no answer

#1k #why the fuck did this blow up #this post sucks #i turned off notifs after like 300 notes cause it got sick of seeing tags #and now I look and there's fucking 12k???? #y'all could be reblogging my makeuo and cosplay posts that I spend hours on but no #Tumblr is as tumblr does #anyways #10k #what the fuck why's it still going #20k

[wolfythewitch]

i have so much rage in me one day i think i will explode. i dont think i know how to forgive as much as i know how to forget

#art #wolfy religious tedtalks #sketch #comic #i have such a huge disconnect with my emotions and i do genuinely think a lot of it ties back to religion #crazy how that happens #whats funny is i now have a lot of people i vaguely dislike but cant remember why. #crazy what happens when you treat forgiveness like an instruction and not a process

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

#shut up e #long post #Saturday thoughts #this has been in my drafts for a week haha #also this is the heart of why AI art feels so wrong #forget the discussion of copyright and theft etc - even if models were only trained on public domain they would still feel very wrong #because they’re not art. art is the labor of creation #even commercial art and art commissioned by the popes and kings of history: there is humanity in the labor of it #unrelated: I did not know living in the Bronx was now something to brag about. How the fuck do y’all New Yorkers afford this city???

[catmask]

its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know

#i think this is why ive been so much more geniunely happy these last few years #like. i will never be going to bed alone. i will always have someone who wants me here #i will always have someone to say 'im sorry im not feeling very well now' and they will be concerned instead of being annoyed #at you as if those feelings are an inconvenience #scratchpost #txt

[carbonateds-oda]

fake ass idgafer. I saw you gazing off into the distance like you were looking at something far away, something no one else could see but you

#that wan panel was lethal #like I thought we were being silly. I thought I was here to laugh. why is my vision blurry now #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd wan #bsd wan manga