Dazai's Defense In Court

so cool we duped

The Pope has not experienced any further crises following yesterday’s bronchospasm. This morning, he had breakfast, enjoyed a coffee, and read the newspapers. His condition remains complex, and the prognosis is still guarded

Mori looking at Fukuzawa: Maybe I should get my own 14 year old tortured genius..

HEAKUYBEAUBE

Giving mori all my issues

Reposting some of my old drawings [ last part ]

I'll drown in you

Those are wounds. A pair of open wounds on his face, from which darkness is peeping out

22!skk

Chuuya: hey bastard, are you gay or something? Dazai: *mock offended* how could Chibi ever think something like that?! Are you gay? Chuuya: *also mock offended* No?! Dazai: anyways, wanna make out? Chuuya: sure.

Lovemail Preface

A tidbit of my very first letter: In a sense, I think the only time I’ve ever dabbled in a true taste of what love could mean, is with you. It was never clear to me whether you were meant to guide me and protect me, or lead me down a faulty path into my own destruction. Either way, I would happily follow you. From the moment I stepped foot inside that small auditorium along the back wall of the Museum of Pop, in Seattle, Washington, I was entranced. By you, the seemingly effortless way your fingers glide over the slender neck of your instrument. Your lack of outward expression, in both doubt, but also in recognition. You deserve all the praise that is thrown your way, and more. I can only provide you with so much. You will always deserve more than I can give you, and for that I am truly in pain. As soon as your name is spoken from someone else’s mouth, I tense. I know that no matter what they can give, it won’t ever speak to your true nature. They simply don’t know you, not like I do. And I will fight, through anything, to defend you.