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my one and only,

happy valentines day

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miss my gentle boys

'–do you feel it?'

memories mixed with reality. my hands were wet either from morning dew, or from blood. was the body shaking in a fever of laughter or pain? did tears of joy or sorrow run down your cheeks?

I still didn't understand what I was supposed to feel that day, except for the elusive warmth of your body.

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🔸ARCANE x HOGWARTS AU🔸

08/09

Tired

– i wanted to escape even earlier, but something delayed me.

"the weight of your head on my shoulder when you dozed off on the bus? are your gloves on my hands that are red from the cold? your infectious laugh at dinner? your lips touching my hot forehead? a trinket you gave me for the new year? or the tea with lemon that you made and brought when I stayed up late with assignments?"

– delayed, but not stopped.

“I was there too”

You know you’re just like me Next time I promise we’ll be perfect

Alternative title is: the formative experience of lighting up your cigarette with the one your friend, with whom you have an homoerotic relationship, is smoking. (Maybe too much of an specific experience of mine?)

Okinawa~

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