Aye yo dj

ok the story is rlly good and reminds me of that fanfic but the last two pages were sad???

this was funny as hell

Ahhhh eren is sooo cute and smol I want one. Wait no no I want armin he's smol af too

wtf...

ruh oh

noice

noice

I have nothing for everything I have hoped for has diminished. The darkness fills the room as if it were gas awaiting to choke those inside. It's deafening like the blood rushing through the body. Why has it come to this? Why must we contort our ideals? Why must the past be forgotten?

is there really a place to call home? As if home isn't thought of as an abstract concept? The home is where the heart is. Must we wither away on the search for drive? Must death really be accepted as an old friend? As if that is anyway to live. No longer having fear or relief or comfort or an endgame. What is our endgame? Is it death? As if death could ever stop you. As if death could wipe you clean. But it can not. You will continue driven by hours or days or months but you will continue.

I do not know when this will no longer be troublesome. But I will stick around till it's has left me.