i   have   a   very   childlike   rage,   and   a   very   childlike   loneliness.

i am not gaslighting you, i am simply lying. gaslighting implies a level of effort that i am simply not willing to put in. deceiving you however does not require much

spot the difference.

goodnight. ( he seems to slacken, upright but vacant, eyes wide open. )

it's a beautiful day outside. birds are singing, flowers are blooming...

(☔️) laughing my fucking ass off i hate you all

( rune is perched atop a stone wall on the outskirts of some nation. he's downwind, and the wind keeps his long hair out of his face. kunikuzushi kicks around the contending choices of staying here or moving forward. )

"two-and-a-half AM" ?

there are so many things wrong with you. are you british or something.

(☔️) projecting my english freakisms onto him. sorry not sorry.

that doesn't answer my question, but i'll leave it be.

do british latinos not exist?

there we go.

(☔️) kunikuzushi when he breaks up with you via email:

(☔️) test time wish me lick

(⚡️) all of you deserve to perish without a single person to grieve for you. i think i failed.

( massive, enormously exasperated sigh. )

sick and tired of your face 😐

not my fault if my honest feelings come off as insults to you :/

out of the internet???