things I’d put in a valentine box: lilies, daggers, letters in forgotten tongues, poison vials, antique kohl vials, collected feathers, half-burned candles.

whenever an Atsushi song plays, I immediately remember how badly I wanted to see him perform live. and then, like a crushing weight, the truth of his death sinks in. It’s as if some part of me still denies it, still hoping for the impossible—to hear his voice echoing through a concert hall one more time.

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3:29

just started a new anime (shiki), found out the opening’s by bucktick, and I’m just here replaying the opening like a maniac instead of actually starting the show.