doomed yaoi this doomed yuri that what about the ones left behind. what about the two vertices of a triangle whose apex was ripped off. what about the bitter, resentful, codependent bitches with a shared crater in their soul the size of a missing third, clinging to eachother in the aftermath of their loss desperately trying (or refusing) to move on. people who press together like the lips of the wound shared between them
Arthur Cervero peers over the roof of a building. “I think we’re gonna have to kill this guy, Phil,” he says. “Lol ok,” says Philza Minecraft, standing beside him in his full Urahara From Bleach cosplay and loading a Glock.
