I still have the blanket you slept on in my room and I refuse to move it. Honestly I think I still hear you sometimes too. The first time we saw you at the shelter, you took one of my chicken nuggets. That was when I was six. Now I’m 17 and its been so long, the house feels empty without you. You kept me company and I really wish you could come back. I love you chichi.

persona4dancingallnight:

heres some solid advice for you upcoming high school freshman this year: dont join the anime club

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fuckere:

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So I was cleaning my brothers room

departured:

bewbin:

bewbin:

and i had found an old dream journal that he had when he was a junior

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then i opened it

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i dont know what i  expected

it should really be called a lie journal. i dont even have a brother

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vintageeveryday:

Two men kissing in a photobooth in 1953.
1337tattoos:

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