Parts: 1, 2, 3, & 4

happy birthday to my love kuroo tetsurou! （っ＾▿＾）っ | november 17th wallpapers 540x960 ; use as you wish! c:

⭐️ random jojo wallpapers

spotify concept playlists because why the hell not

feeling really fucking tired while being wrapped in one of those white wooly blankets and sipping some disgusting thing meant to be ice brew

for when you're lying on wet grass at am while playing random notes on your guitar on the verge of tears but it's all gonna be fine because oscar wilde's ghost is looking over you and making sure you have that someone

songs that you'll randomly remember while cleaning and you smile remembering something that can never be brought back so you just start to weep

just imagine yourself in a boarding school in a small town where you fall in love with a quaint girl who loves you more than you could ever; bittersweet death

the windows are down, you're with your 2 real best friends as you bitch about late-stage capitalism and sing along to songs that remind you of when you didn't have any problems

you're crying in a large ballroom where you step on someone's toes but they don't mind, you both slip out into the balcony and drink strawberry wine while venting about all your problems

drinking warm cola with your body wrapped in a large weighted blanket when you can forget all your problems for just one hour as you rewatch Pretty Litttle Liars

you're sitting on your tiny couch in your tiny apratment in nyc, you can hear people partying in the distance but you can just shed tears as you curse out your exes while singing along to taylor swift

songs i'd listen to while burning shit down to piss off "the adults"

i met an old drag queen at a pride parade who taught me about the secrets of life and how much shit she faced, and these songs remind me of her power and yet softness

crying in the middle of night because, fuck, you're getting old and you can't be a kid forever, however much you tried; realising that this system has raised us all as pigs for slaughter

the window's are open, you can smell some flowers you can't describe, you're sitting in front of your mirror with bad tea in your hands, as the rain stumps on your window loudly as you desperately try to be aesthetic

for when you wanna feel like a sinner even though you've never been very religious; listing reasons why you're the family disappoinment while listening to this

when you finally take yourself up on that offer of running away and living in a pretty cottage in the wood and grow your own foods and smell flowers all day

secret of life: people change people; for imagining fake scenarios of when you're gonna meet the person who'll change you

Advanced level of creepiness

Hello! I have to say your work is a delight to the eyes. May I request some Mista backgrounds, please? Anything you feel like doing!

MISTA MISTAAAAA, ITS MOTHERFUCKING MISTA

-[laughs]

you wake and see this. you are unable to move from the fear...

complete the story if you want to ^~^