Swithearts - ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

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for years, i have swallowed my anger like it's my mom's pasta. or poison. it's all the same anyway. i gulped it down, so it doesn't hurt anyone else. only me. only me. even when anger burned to wrath and a billion bombs went off inside of me, i said nothing. no one told me i could be pretty, even with bloody knuckles. no one told me i could be loved amidst the burning. even now, i bite my tongue til it bleeds and i know, i know, i know. to be angry is to be human. but is it so wrong to want to be otherworldly? to be pure and untouched by it all? so what if i'm burning myself out from the inside? with the blood of tongue and ash of the girl i used to be. i think it would make a beautiful altar. laid to waste, i think i might finally be good.

maybe i'm not sad all the time... i just happened to get trapped inside a tiny body that couldn't contain so much tenderness in my heart..

knowing the fact that someone could find the beauty in ourselves when we are at our worst feels bizarre. because i wish i could see myself as the way they see me through their eyes too.

how is a little freak like me supposed to make it in this world

Nijirō not wanting to be recognised part 1

Zhang Jingyi x Chen Feiyu for Harper’s Bazaar China