pretty bird in the cage, sing me a song of despair.
before they were gods, they were swords.
because they were swords, they didn't dream.
they didn't think much about the future. because a spirit of a weapon, no matter what, has not the luxury to choose.
this is tiring, he thought.
like this, i'm becoming more and more human.
hi! my name is kas and i'm a potato with blogs. i'm mainly into touken ranbu, clamp and homestuck as of now, with many other things. i also draw a lot and write a little.
this blog is mostly on a queue!
see the pages for more, and feel free to send me headcanons or anything!
Peter B Parker was just minding his business depression eating when he got transported into another dimension for a life changing and affirming healing experience.
Yesterday at the foster clinic there was a woman with a litter of tiny, tiny kittens, one of whom was a beautiful orange and white creamsicle. I told her, “I love orange boy cats, they are all so stupid.” and the foster mom said to me, with tears of love in her eyes, face glowing with maternal pride, “He is only 6 days old and I can already tell that he’s going to be so stupid!”
