Male Maki Zenin Fans Do Not Exist To Me. I Only See My Baddies (female Maki Fans)

Male maki zenin fans do not exist to me. i only see my baddies (female maki fans)

gojo i fear you’re not beating the boomer allegations

when you lose a friend at the age of 19 you begin to think about all the ways loneliness has manifested itself into your life.

Last week i was travelling interstate and before leaving I grabbed the claw clip nearest to me, that i had been using for the past week and a half. During the two hour drive to the airport i realised the claw clip wasn’t the mine. It belonged to my best friend, who had used it to tuck my hair back when we had gone out for a meal and a walk in the park. I forgot to return it to her that day, and had been using it instead of mine, despite the fact that i made fun of it’s dysfunctional design in front of her. The highlighter pallet i use, was given to me by a friend almost three years ago, half used, and i still use it to this day. Many of my rings and earrings are now stacked away safely in my friend’s jewellery boxes. The books i own were touched by the people i loved, their pages stained with their memories. A splatter of ink, a torn edge, a broken spine.

Everything is proof that i have loved and been loved in return. And the realisation always makes my heart heavy.

their smiles after realizing that even though they're seperated the other is still fighting...