because even though I don't love you,
let you die is not an option.
I'm empty inside.
I read The Flowers of Evil
I read Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Breton.
I read Hagiwara Sakutarou and Bataille.
but so what?
I thought I was different.
I thought I was different from all those boring people.
but what am I?
I don't really understand Baudelaire or The Flowers of Evil
I just liked to imagine myself reading it.
I pretended not to know...
what I really am.
I'm NOT special.
Kasuga Takao / 惡の華
it was all in my head...
I had just convinced myself I was a useless burden...
they didn't think of me that way at all.
the two people I trust more than anyone in the world want to entrust their lives to me.
what more evidence could I possibly need?
『(◕ ³ ◕) アルミン・アルレルト
attack on titan 』
''NEET saikou'' XDD
Urushihara Hanzou / はたらく魔王さま
I love him. ioi
LoL I am an opportunist seme (^∇^)9