The Warm Touch Of The Sun On Your Back, Like The Gentle Hand Of A Friend Or A Father Comforting You In

Poll to be sent precisely on March 15th:

Pick a knife!

Every answer is a knife 🔪

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

mutuals, out of curiosity what season were you born in and what's your favorite season?

Obsessed with Light being so petty over the L mask that he brought L up like three different times in his head. I thought this monologue was supposed to be about YOUR victory, why am I listening to you gloat about how you would've lost if your dead boyfriend was here

can you fucking please look at yourself with the eyes of a lover? fuck

when the lyrics you've been mishearing are more clever than what's actually in the song

sorry for being indecisive, I haven’t had any prophetic dreams to guide me in a while