DITTOOO ;u;

You Were Like A Wild Chrysanthemum (Keisuke Kinoshita, 1955)

The Distillery is a front for a guild of expert assassins, each codenamed after alcohol. Each member is skilled in a number of things, but when an important job really needs doing and nothing less than perfection is to be expected, a letter is always received with two words: “Send Whiskey.”

unfortunately if you are an old friend of mine i will always care about you no matter what even if we haven't seen each other in forever because i still remember what you were like 7 years ago and i still remember how it felt to be young with you and i still have a lot of love for you in the back of my mind

Anna Akhmatova

Marina Tsvetaeva to Rilke after his death

only your name echoes in my head again and again

like a crowd in a sports match except it's my mind alone cheering you on and calling out to you as if you'd telepathically hear me one of these days

The found family trope is for those who were never a first choice. Those that always carried the baggage but received no tips in exchange. It’s for those that needed a wall to lean on but learned to build one on their own . They looked at people as potential. As someone who could very well become an important part of their life. This is the trope for those who listened but were never heard, those that seeked an idea of a home in souls and not walls. It is for the ones that yearn for a love the weight of blood, but came with no obligation- no -they wanted to be chosen , they wanted a familial bond that escaped the scopes of biology . They wish for their presence to have meaning. For it to be significant. And for their absence to be nagging. Brutal. Loud.

“aw you remembered” of course i did im in love with you

low stress doodlin with one of my lesser used tools

the hardest part was letting go of the potential

of everything I thought you could be. 

I made you out to be so much more than what you actually were. 

I fell in love with a version of you that only existed in my head. 

I was holding onto this unrealistic version of you. 

it wasn’t hard to let go of someone who mistreated, 

abused,

walked over, 

underappreciated,

devalued, 

and neglected me.

it wasn’t hard to let go of somebody who brought me to my lowest. 

it was hard to let go of the hope that you would change. 

it was hard to let go of the potential I fell in love with. 

it was hard to let go of everything I thought you could be.