important post here (or at least for my blog)

              some of you may have probably noticed about my lack of motivation when it comes to doing stuff here ( or not, and that’s okay too ) and how messy i became with drafts/threads in general and first of all; i’d like to apologize for that. everything came to a point in which i got unsure of what to do with this blog, should i keep it? try to bring it back to life? follow more people, maybe? BUT i realised those were no solutions and the problem was somewhere else.

i had this blog for years now and even if i know some of you have had yours for longer than me ( which i admire, let me tell you that ) too much stuff happened with this one for me not to be overwhelmed by it. i am not happy anymore with the stuff i have on my blog because it all feels like a HUGE mess where i can barely track stuff anymore ( after so much time my tags became a mess too )

however, probably everyone who ever had a talk with me ( most of u prob since i like to talk with everyone haha ) know how much i love my muse and dropping her and the people i med would hurt me too much. i’m way too nostalgic to accept that so instead i came to the conclusion that MAYBE i needed another chance. y’know, a fresh start.  as cliché as it sounds ( we’ve all heard those words before, i’m sure of that ) i truly believe making a new blog will be better for me; it’s definitely going to be all clean & organised again, exactly what i need right now.

                   i love you all & hope you are having a lovely night ♡                                              ( thanks for reading if you did!! )

quietandmannerly:

              Tomo was just about to head back to her place, having to stop at the Agency to leave some papers first when her eyes caught the glimpse of an already familiar dog. She didn’t seem to interested in her though, but the redhead wanted to make sure anyways, walking to where she was, hand brough up to gently pet the dog’s head.

marakasu:

             “That is not what I had in mind when calling you. Who are you sitting there, my parent?” She sighed, truly feeling as if she was a child in need of supervision. Reiji looked happy though, maybe he was actually enjoying this? Was this what Otoya and Tokiya felt like back then? She’d take singing and performing rather than cooking every day, though. Giving him another glance, she spoke again. “So what now”

niji-iro-melody:

              Her smile became only wider with the feeling of his hands on her back, the grip on her waist making her let out a light gasp in anticipation. Maybe it was only her impression, but he seemed to know exactly what to do and so sure of everything, or was it because she was waiting for it too? At his final words she moved both her hands to wrap around his neck, ready to pull him closer but he did it first, eyelids closing with the feeling of his lips on hers.

Tomo let her fingers run through his hair, kissing him softly at first but after a second or two pulling his body closer to hers, needing him to be closer to her if possible. She had no shame in kissing with a little more intensity; his lips on hers felt amazing, like something she’d been waiting for too long and now didn’t want to let go.

class-a-clarinetist:

              “A cafe?” Tomo repeated, a bit... surprised with his choice “Okay, I must admit I was waiting for something more paty-like buuut if that’s what you are in the mood for, so be it! I bet we can ask them for special treatment for the birthday one and all that, too!~~”