kairi icon(s) commissioned from @toytle !!
[ID: digital bust art of Yano Kairi from Lupinranger VS Patranger. he is looking at the viewer and smirking, holding up a calling card between two fingers. the first two images are coloured and on a bright red background. in the first he is wearing his mask while the second shows his bare face. the third image is of the lineart on a white background, once again with a masked and unmasked version. /END ID]
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Melodic Memories | the prelude
“Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.”
―Edward Bulwer-Lytton
Memories live within, housed in every corner of the brain until age skews the boundaries and time causes them to fade. Memories of people, places, destinations you never intended to arrive upon. The oddly familiar touch of a stranger prompting an overwhelming sense of belonging and comfort, served not from the hand that currently holds, but from the warmth of the hands that have touched before. Reminiscent reminders from physical items that you stumble across years later after forgetting their existence, sorrowfully collecting dust on shelves despite holding such importance to you for so long. People, especially those who loved and have been loved, exist within frames of old homes and photographs, their laughter continuing to paint rooms they will never step foot in again.
Being alive is a constant cycle of reflection, remembering what has come before and imagining what will come next. Every person who has touched your heart, every belonging in your home, every moment you survived all stores a plethora of soul, all pertaining to who you are and how you became the person who stares back at you in the mirror.
You get to choose if remembering is something beautiful, or if it’s the monster in the closet preventing you from truly living.
Sentimental value has little to do with the memories stored within the inanimate; even if you throw all of your belongings away to never be seen again, you cannot fully rid yourself of the life you’ve already lived. Even those who do all they can to rewrite history seem to stumble and fall upon an ancient memory somewhere down the line. You cannot drink it away, you cannot hide from it, nor can you run, because your legs will carry you far enough that you end up one step behind the very thing you’re desperate to get away from. No matter if forgetfulness is involuntary, something that just seemed to happen after so long spent creating new memories, eventually it all seems to come back.
For you, all it took was six years and a single note from an old, eerily familiar tune.
Well, eight eerily familiar tunes, all telling a story of a love you would never be able to forget, no matter how many lifetimes you lived or how far you tried to run from it.
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The key to all heaven is mine
So This Is Love - Ilene Woods
Josh Kiszka as my favorite songs 5/?
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ru u are breaking my heart i wanna hop on a plane and squeeze u 🥲🥺💚
fuck planes. hopping on my trusty broomstick to fly halfway across the world and into my beloved's arms
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me when laura reblogs my spurs history posts 🥹
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