we’ve gotta keep you away from fedoras … looking at them sometimes sends chills down my spine. (💧) and also wolves too, i can’t lose you to one of nightmares and especially this one.
dear diary. is it normal to have nightmares about the person you like running hand in hand with a wolf. and matching fedoras.
the winter season paints a pretty picture outside his bedroom window, spending a majority of his evenings indoors with his sleeves tugged over fingertips. seeking out warmth within multiple layers of clothing.
keeping a watchful eye to make sure he’s reaching for an eyeshadow brush and not a lit joint, paying no mind to the close proximity and how his heart skips a beat at the prolonged eye contact.
palms shuffle to rest in his pockets instead of hiding any evident amusement. i think you’re funny, miyazaki. you don’t have to be some macho man around me, i like you just the way you are.
any further and he would’ve definitely brought the both of them crashing to the floor. (💧) smile remaining even when laughter emits past brims. that was lame, but i’ll let it slide this one time.
(‼️) nearly stumbling back a step or two, arms slow to wrap around his torso. ah … i missed you too, miyazaki. it was starting to get too cold and quiet without you around.















