#TO-

[kyxworld]

Well, ofc To- Megumi, I’m Megumi girly 🤓🫐, but but I'll tell you a secret... I'm an undercover girly Suguru too.

Guys with black hair have my heart

i like geto, nanami, higuruma, megs is my child

suddenly i can’t remember anyone else 😭

[lunarfleur]

I really felt it when Edgar Allen Poe said, “Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute.”

[maleficentarthouseanderoticpop]

skeptec

i investigated the unknown temple as an arc (as a whole)

magnifying glass an’all

with my pale nose to the grindstone

& lit dynamite between my pearly whites

shouldacouldawoulda

                      took it page by page rate per maybe

                                               through the distance of a telescope’s range

so id have never of

cut my nose off to spite my race

all things to all…

[machinecreature]

“i’m the catcher because there’s no other democrat in congress that can squat down and get back up again”

[gedzilla]

eeeeeevery so often i’ll get a very specific drum sequence(is it considered a solo even if it’s the very start of the song? i guess? yeah) stuck in my head........ and then the song wont go awaaaaay

[eli-hurst]

Ca Kho To- Vietnamese Caramelized Fish

[ellamcintyre-blog]

Ca Kho To- Vietnamese Caramelized Fish

[maleficentarthouseanderoticpop]

Irrational Landscapes (this can never be)

Irrational Landscapes (this can never be)

People fencing are galloping horses.

Taste is a habit. The repetition of something already accepted.

Transform the world to jelly; then shake it a little.

Life on life’s terms as a provocation.

Works of art should not be plumbed in.

Love gasoline leaks regardless of a plug.

I see an unfinished painting and want to kill my neighbour.

This can never be

The scissor slips a little to the left. Paper…

[whitmansyawp]

(via Shelley Sunday: 'To-' ('Oh! There Are Spirits of the Air...'))

To –

(possibly addressed to Coleridge per Mary Shelley) by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Oh! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair As star-beams among twilight trees:— Such lovely ministers to meet Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet.

With mountain winds, and babbling springs, And moonlight seas, that are the voice Of these inexplicable things, Thou didst hold commune, and rejoice When they did answer thee; but they Cast, like a worthless boon, thy love away.

And thou hast sought in starry eyes Beams that were never meant for thine, Another’s wealth:—tame sacrifice To a fond faith! still dost thou pine? Still dost thou hope that greeting hands, Voice, looks, or lips, may answer thy demands?

Ah! wherefore didst thou build thine hope On the false earth’s inconstancy? Did thine own mind afford no scope Of love, or moving thoughts to thee? That natural scenes or human smiles Could steal the power to wind thee in their wiles?

Yes, all the faithless smiles are fled Whose falsehood left thee broken-hearted; The glory of the moon is dead; Night’s ghosts and dreams have now departed; Thine own soul still is true to thee, But changed to a foul fiend through misery.

This fiend, whose ghastly presence ever Beside thee like thy shadow hangs, Dream not to chase;—the mad endeavour Would scourge thee to severer pangs. Be as thou art. Thy settled fate, Dark as it is, all change would aggravate.

[aoyamarittsu]

<3

[thatonefierynight]

My body would rather cough up phlegm instead of baking chocolate cake candy bars. Cool. Only thing I wanted to do today, but you know. Birthday is only one day a year. I'll try again in 365 days.

[iusedtobreakwindowslikelegit]

To-

In the hatred of a minute: I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.

[yotsuyugoebrutus]

My friend made me tell a quick ShaunRebecca story before she went to sleep so I figured I'd share it here too because why not

Shaun and Rebecca just started working together under the Assassin Order. It was raining thay day, and they were waiting at the bus stop to arrive at the Hideout. Rebecca thought it was only going to sprinkle, so she didn't bring an umbrella.

Shaun couldn't stand seeing her soaking wet, so he offered some space. Rebecca was glad to take cover, though she noticed how red Shaun's face had become. When the bus arrived, Rebecca discovered she didn't have the necessary Italian currency to pay. Shaun paid for her, but this time it was Rebecca who felt very warm and embarrassed since the same guy had to do a favor for her twice in such a short amount of time. She became even more red when she noticed the only available seat was besides the man with the glasses who has been kind to her. He doesn't really smile, and his words are brief and often sarcastic, but at the same time he's not completely distant.

She woke up with a nudge to her head. She had fallen asleep on his shoulder during the trip. She massaged her neck, face bright red. She entered the Hideout doors with Shaun, and sat at her work station. She put her headphones over her ears and put her MP3 on shuffle. Hours later at break time, Shaun had approached her and asked, "So what kind of music do you like?"

[maleficentarthouseanderoticpop]

Today’s Video is a Bit of Different (….???)

Today’s Video is a Bit of Different (….???)

 Billy here— to wound you with words

                                         Baphomet sits on my head and a cask ale          slays the hand

Art Garfunkel in the corner alone alone always alone

                    Paul pissed off to the Karaoke downtown

                                             Simple Simon lied about the pies so there’s no buffet tonight

Hilma’s entertainment—speaking…

[yinyanged]

"babeh...

babehhh...

dont cry......"