captaindwreck:

The edge of the canvas // The pallete of colors after the painting

On the court, you can only count on yourself!

wratshit:

 Tales trickle in of how in the Mortal world, there exist these beautiful things called stars— balls of burning gas that show themselves during the hours of the night. And how, in the Celestial world there are also somesuch similar to these stars. Juicily fat immortal fireflies fill their lofty skies fit to burst, like the packed seeds of a pomegranate. 
 Stars do not exist in Horai, the world-between. However, the subjects of the Dragon King’s realm do not mind, for what is there for the heart to desire for something that it has never known? 
 

wratshit:

 Tales trickle in of how in the Mortal world, there exist these beautiful things called stars— balls of burning gas that show themselves during the hours of the night. And how, in the Celestial world there are also somesuch similar to these stars. Juicily fat immortal fireflies fill their lofty skies fit to burst, like the packed seeds of a pomegranate. 

 Stars do not exist in Horai, the world-between. However, the subjects of the Dragon King’s realm do not mind, for what is there for the heart to desire for something that it has never known? 

 

if i know you’re waiting for me i’ll make it back no matter what!
i promise i’ll never leave you alone, Blue.

diamagnet:

growing up

Something came into me- is all I can say. The envelopes were all unopened. I took one of them. That’s how it all began. For me at least.”

Utsubora - The Story of a Novelist