Love doesn’t exist. There is no such thing as love. Therefore, there’s no sorrow.
I, too, watched Devilman Crybaby.
Tag: °˖✧ { sᴀᴍᴀᴇʟ } ✧˖° (musings)
You are an assassin. A little girl has just come up to you, handed you all her pocket money and asked you to kill her abusive relative.
i give the money back to the girl and kill her shitty relative
when ur trans & do small things to assert ur transness throughout the day: micro trans actions
history repeats itself. atrocity after atrocity. an endless cycle like spokes on a wheel. i refuse to stand by as we become another cycle in history. burn the wheel, throw the spokes on the pyre and use the flames to burn this regime to the ground
your vision flickers in and out as the smoke fills your lungs, makes your eyes water and your nose sting. the flames lick at the walls, glowing red and orange and yellow
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