I'm leaving tumblr. I've followed you almost the entire time I've been here and I'd like to thank you for being as open and honest as you have been and for opening my eyes beyond my own selfish male perspective, I don't think I'd be even half a decent human being without what you've posted in that time and I have nothing but positive thoughts for you and your future, all the best. anon.
i honestly have no idea how to respond to this in a way it deserves. thank you–i’m humbled by this and thank you for listening to me all these years
what's that little pink wing thing on hairu's calendar entry?
Technically I think it’s cracks in the concrete wall behind her but I also think it’s meant to look like an ukaku kagune. In her birthday art by Ishida [x] the buttons on her coat are bi-coloured like the dots in the :re sign, similar to a half-ghoul kakugan.
It might just be because she’s from the Garden and is a half-human. If she had been able to manifest a kagune, her RC type might’ve been Ukaku. There’s also the ‘Zombie Hairu’ theory and some think it might be foreshadowing Hairu to be reanimated and have an Ukaku kagune. We’ll have to wait and see!
When you can’t sleep on your first night
in a new place, your brain is trying to
protect you. Many animals sleep with
only half their brain, while the other
half stays alert to possible dangers. It’s
called the ‘first night effect’ in humans,
because our bodies put us in a strange,
half-asleep/half-awake state the first
time we sleep in an unfamiliar
you don’t burn and there are no tornadoes in your chest, your hands don’t hold galaxies or stars and your anger isn’t a volcanic god ready to smite every enemy. the moon doesn’t love you and neither do the stars, but the earth does, in its own way, i guess.
see, you are human, my dear, born to destroy and to take and to make, born to learn and to watch. you observe the stars; they do not observe you.
you run from tornadoes or you chase them, you do not become them. your anger is just anger an emotion to control or be controlled by; volcanoes can stay dormant for years but you are never still.
and why would the moon love you? why would the stars? they are too far away to be swayed by a pretty face, but the earth lives under your feet, it feels you dance to the beat it drums out in thunder and rain.
you are human, fragile and while your skin is weak your heart beats strong. it might not hold hurricanes but it does hold love, and this can be just as deadly. your anger won’t ever level cities but it can topple friendships and they amount to the same thing.
the poets were wrong. you are not out of this world, you are of it and beloved to it, and you are still special.