] hi guys. like this post and ill assign your muse a song from the persona 3 ost ❤️. probably tomorrow
— boy with earphones. 🎧
@memories0fyou.bsky.social
love through all eternity. until my life is exhausted.
Why don't we let the guy whose every plan could be reasonably construed as an abstract suicide attempt take a crack at it
march 4th? whats next, march 5th? fuck everything
] i love seeing different makoto portrayals i think it's both really really funny and also genuinely interesting seeing a distinct difference between them
they put him in the cup and no eyes as well… really hope things improve for this dope soul
When you stand by yourself, you look like the loneliest creature on earth.
@memories0fyou.bsky.social [ In another time, in another place, you can't shake the feeling you've see him before... Or had him described to you, maybe? ] [ You gave him your copy of Sound Of Silver. ] open.spotify.com/track/2Ud3de...
All My Friends
open.spotify.com
[ Sitting, fiddling quietly with his MP3 player. ]
- Sorry. I'm going to sleep a little. - No. If you sleep, you won't be able to wake up. - Don't worry. The cherry blossoms... will bloom again next year.
Everyone knows Mario is cool as fuck. But who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles? And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mystical (nonexistent?) Dr Pepper? Perchance.
Do you want to see the oats I have in my pocket? Let me show you- (oats blow away in the wind)
Those who do not resist death deserve it.
* (... The surface of the canvas was nothing more than a monochrome smear.) * (Next, a tree was painted over it...) * (... painted over everything...) * (... leaving nothing but a simple still life.) * (... After all, there wasn't anything to look at in the room besides a single tree.)
What? Go fuck yourself. (Thankfully for all present, this is not a command.)
you have the self preservation instincts of a walnut.
But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass.
I don't really... like tomatoes. Actually.
