To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.
-PLEASE REBLOG THIS YOU MAYBE ARE SAVING SOMEONES LIFE
You are special and amazing , If you need to talk or some help send me a dm and I will talk to you.
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the way it cut from this frame of rei sleeping peacefully
to kazuki looking like THIS
kazuki is never beating the homosexual allegations
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My family rented a cabin but some high school friends and Lana Del Rey came too. I wanted to be with my friends but Lana kept dragging them to raves, which I found overstimulating. So I stayed inside with my family and did my best to hide the edibles my friends bought me.
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hey guys i think theres a reason muu's opposite pair is kazui "repressed homosexuality" mukuhara.
her cover songs don't really help her beat any "was RLY gay for rei" allegations either. but whats funnier to me is her stupid chrysalis symbolism. ive seen a lot of people refer to the process of realising your sexual or gender identity as a "metamorphosis". muu i know what you are.
i also think this is interesting. though not as strong of evidence
the mindset of "if i can just become someone youre fond of, i can be forgiven" is pretty common in people who have been vilified for being lgbt and become desperate to conform for "forgiveness". but i think this is less conclusive bc thts also just a general thought that everyone experiences. "if you just conform to what someone wants, then surely theyll like you" or whatever. plus her "what i did wasnt wrong" behaviour but thats also a general thing. and probably more related to her murdering someone
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We obsessed over stolen glances. The moments when T., sitting at his desk — brown hair and stubbly chin, his broad shoulders hunched over his laptop — would suddenly look up and catch my eye from across the room. How I would smile slightly, foot bouncing up and down beneath my desk.
Kayla and I swore up and down that M. and T. could read our minds, knew how infatuated we were, knew we were different, were artists.
We were being so obvious. Speaking with our eyes, our bodies. If they hadn’t said anything, hadn’t turned us down by now, it meant they definitely liked us back. They knew we were different — some invisible pulsation moving from their hearts to ours, begging us to recognize their deafening love, their painful lust, their desire to know us deeper than we knew ourselves. We relished that silence. But I’m not sure how harmless it was.
Jessica L. Pavia tackles the dangers of silence, puberty, and the desire for attention in our latest story, “The Teacher Crush.”
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