sublimerences reblogged
me: it’s about the TRAGEDY, it’s about the DIVISIONS and the way they’re forever intertwined not in SPITE of those divisions but rather BECAUSE of them, it’s about the words between words, the words within silence, silence replaced the clicking of a handgun’s safety mechanism, it’s about bitterness in an orphanage’s walls and LOVE!!! IN!! A!!! BURNING!!!! CHURCH!!!!!
also me: bbut what ifff,,,, thheyy actually got old and married,,,, anndn near had back problems frrom sitting on the gd floor like a shrimp all the ttime,,, and mello could give hhim shoulder rubs while complaining the whole ttime,,,,, that would be nice i thhink,,,,,,