#i miss him :(

[tatakaeeren]

Happy Birthday Levi ❤ [25.12]

[monosdei]

and on the third day he rose again or whatever 😭😭😭 hello twink jesus

[eff-exor]

*bats eyelashes* does anyone want to see the stupid christmas dino gif i drew a few years back when i first got my iPad???????

[yasmeenghaurii]

Izzy’s ruining my life that man’s on my mind 24/7 and that fact I’ll never get his touch is killing me

[ungodlybliss]

duke thomas smiles :)

[torukisser]

I miss him so bad :(

[0nlyhere4phil]

I just remembered that AMAZINGPHIL RAN RIGHT BEHIND ME AT TITT!?!

[christiangeistdorfer]

ELIO DE ANGELIS putting on shoes for the practice of the 1983 DETRIOT GRAND PRIX

[peskypixel]

Technoblade

Technoblade

[alyssaxxxxxx]

Its so hard i hate it

[pixelphantom05]

I was listening to Fish in a Birdcage and the song Rule#38- Elders came on. I don't know if it's just my missing Riptide brain but read this and think of Gill-

[kindinb00]

[magentasnail]

long distance

[delicacysblog]

“what was the most pain you have ever felt”

healing from someone, i once thought i would heal with

[tonycries]

Awww, how could they ever forget you?

[unceeled]

nanami kento never intended for your relationship to be the first page of his newest journal. he didn't even notice when he began documenting it with a black ink pen in a plain leather notebook—writing down the moment you finally agreed to be his, as if you hadn’t been smitten by him from the first time you laid eyes on him.

each passing page became a piece of you. his dilemma on buying you flowers filled the 14th page, and by the 34th, there was a polaroid of you holding your favorite flowers—this time, he knew with confidence. your trips together occupied a few more pages, and even more were dedicated to the places he dreamed of taking you. from losses to love, nanami wrote it all down. it was his best way of keeping you—of keeping what you shared. he wanted your love to remain forever, not only in his heart but also in his hands.

when the wedding bells finally rang and he wore a suit unlike his usual ones, nanami kento stood before you, journal in hand. he read from it, a love documented from the beginning to what felt like the end of the beginning. his vows were written as though he'd known all along that he would marry you. but no, his journal didn’t just record the start of your relationship or the journey leading up to that day.

what nanami kento had not expected was that he would end up documenting your entire story.

as he began the last page with your name, followed by a comma, he wrote down everything he planned for your future together—plans he wanted to set in motion as soon as he returned from his mission. plans he would have given to you immediately after.

"let me take you to malaysia?"

you read over and over again, desperately hoping for more to follow, for another page to turn. but there were no more words. no more pages. and nanami’s voice, his presence, would no longer carry past this page.

yet, it’s hard to be angry with him. because, in the end, nanami was always a gentleman. whether knowingly or not, he left you one final letter—a letter filled with love, just like every page in his journal. because maybe, just maybe, the journal wasn’t for him to keep your love. maybe it was for you to keep his—not only in your heart but in your hands, after all.