I like to think sylveon’s blood is like trashy glitter, sparkle on dragon killer.
i support this
Watamote transparent for your blog
i feel like you’ve died and i want you back,
but i know that i will never see you again.
walking around trying to keep my mouth shut,
while the pity piles up.
like a goddamn dog with its tail between its legs,
ashamed of trying to butter up your obituary.
at least i can say i tried with you.