Bungo Stray Dogs Is A Fever Dream

no rain, no clouds, no pain, no shrouds

no final breaths, no senseless deaths

you, artist online. somebody has referenced you in conversation irl by your online handle and somebody else knew who you were talking about. somebody has kept up closely with your posts for a period of time like their morning paper. somebody found a music artist because of you, thinks of you when they hear them on the radio. somebody followed you years ago and remembers you randomly even though they can't find you. somebody has screenshotted and saved your posts and sent them in discord servers. somebody has made your drawings their lockscreen, added them to their favorites folder and looked at them when they're going through some shit, has sent them to their best friend and sparked conversation in private chats. your art in particular could be the source of a keen sense of nostalgia for someone. maybe they've even printed out your images using their home printer and taped them to their bedroom wall and they look at it every day and they never even told you. isn't that scary? isn't that awesome? remember this well.

submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known so that you may turn around and see the impact you leave and the light you cast on others.

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

Simpler times ♥

only you...

man of progress

woke up feeling sad for levi

try not the lose my freakin mind whenever scout regiment mentioned...failed

from being the boy who wanted nothing more than to be the Military police and live a quiet life to becoming the man that would die proud as a member of the scout regiment, he grew up (and so did we)

they should make a soup that fixes everything. one sip and you are free. one slurp and it all makes sense

just watched interview with the vampire and left with a weird attraction towards freaky vampires with beautiful blonde hair and an undeniable desire to suck my blood till my heart stops