Jason hovered both his hands near Nico’s cheeks. “May I?”
Nico had no idea what the hands were for, but he nodded anyway.
Jason cupped his cheeks and began to gently wipe Nico’s tears using his thumbs. It surprised Nico, he definitely wasn’t expecting that. Jason’s hands were cold and it made him shudder when their skin made contact. But it was a good kind of cold and Nico decided he liked it.
Winning at what bitch the fuck? A fishermen contest?? A preppy motherfuckin white boy motherfuckin gross ass shirt too long, shorts too colorful, not even a SnapBack but u wearin it backwards ass motherfuckin contest?? Bye
Found this reading sappy poetry,tots describes ichigo and rukia
“Though I love you to the core of my being, so thoroughly that every cell comprising me aches to be near you, I must accept that we can never be together. For our existence parallels the sun and the moon—a temptation in constant, beautiful view, yet if the sun were ever to kiss the moon it would devour the heavenly orb whole. Oh, my darling, if only I were the moon! Then I would dare taste your lips and be happy for my last and final joy! But alas, I am the sun, and I will not venture to destroy the one I love.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year