And Dazai Is Like: Omg How Did He Figure It Out?!?!?!?

the scariest president had to be Rushmore because he had four heads

Silly evil woman

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I need this in my life to wear out and about

listen i do not mean this in a furry way at all and i know the actual tread of this would be ass but let me say. i would very much like it if there were boots that made animal tracks instead of boot tracks. i just think thatd be neat

if you fuckers do the skeleton war shit again this year we’re deleting the website for real

whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3

*grabs your hands and speaks to you in a tone that is so gentle* they/them pronouns stop being universal once you learn a person's pronouns. Sometimes that person's pronouns will include they/them and in that specific case you are allowed to keep using those pronouns for that person. In any case where you learn a persons pronouns and that person doesn't use they/them, you should no longer use those pronouns for that person. If you continue to use they/them pronouns knowing that person doesn't use them, you are now misgendering that person. Kindly stop doing that please. Thank you, I love you.

Third assassination attempt, save us

Third assassination attempt

Save us, third assassination attempt

thank you for the meal.

Fifteen — you are wild fire red and it burns right through me sets my lungs ablaze and makes me want to fly closer to the sun say Chuuya, become my wings? Sixteen — you are wild fire red and it makes my heart race like a deer being dragged through the woods open jugular and all oh, how painful and pathetic i just want you to look at me. Seventeen — you are wild fire red but the grief in your eyes colours me blue funny how we trade wounds in place of kisses i wish you would smile more, Chuuya you look best when boastful and burning give me all your sorrows. Eighteen — you are wild fire red and i am sorry.

— letters unsent, dazai osamu through the years