If I were to describe you, I would say that you are my favorite flowers and that musical, that I have watched thousands of times, but still love with all my heart. You are my favorite book and my favorite smell. You are a cup of hot chocolate after a cold day and a kiss under the rain. You are the constellation, that I see every night, when I look out of my window and photographs, that make me cry, when I look at them «Who knows? Is this the start of something wonderful and new? Or one more dream that I cannot make true?»

contains pots, pans, grape juice and moldy sandwiches.

don't let the title fool you; this is certainly not a love story.

"To live is ｔｈｅ ｒａｒｅｓｔ ｔｈｉｎｇ in the world. Most people exist, that is all." -Oscar Wilde. [reader x osamu dazai]

Inside these ｐａｇｅｓ you just hold me, and I won't ever let you go. [Akutagawa x reader] [drabbles]

"What? It's not like I could just tell my heart to fuck off. It just happened." - Chuuya Nakahara (at one point) I do not own Bungou Stray Dogs or any of the characters. (Not) Updated everyday.