Oh, To Be The Owner Of A Small Bookshop On A Cobblestone Street With Roses Climbing The Front Of The

Spinner, walking into the hideout: “Where’s Tomura?”

Toga: “He’s outside setting off firecrackers with All Might and Endeavor action figures attached to them.”

Spinner: “Where’s Dabi?”

Mr. Compress: “Who do you think is lighting them?”

Dabi: “Do another Endeavor one.”

Tomura: “We just did three in a row, it’s my turn.”

Twice, watching them: “Aww, they’re bonding.”

asmocore is all about that valentine's day aesthetic but make it unhinged. pinks, blood, lace, pearls, fangs, sweets, reds, poison, scorpions, the desert, luxury clothing, perfumes, desperation, haughtiness, lovesick

There’s something to be said, that even after twenty years, Penelope looks out the window, sees a storm, and says, ah yes, that must be my darling husband, pissing off the gods.

hope i am not just a mutual to you but also a stray you’d pick up off the street

By Your Side

My mind immediately after I say anything to anyone:

“They don’t care. That was fucking stupid.”

Christmas gifts for your mother: extremely heartfelt, thought out, emotionally captivating heirloom

Christmas gifts for your father: Tractor Supply Gift Card

I inherited my mother's nose and the colour of her anger- crimson with a hint of green. She gave me her pearls and wrapped them with her sadness, and we called it a perfect birthday.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned