|The coolest art ever (or else it wouldn't be here)|
.everything you once thought was not beautiful. by FrannyKawaii
may someday be
if you simply change your perspective
.writers choose those that inspire them. by FrannyKawaii
they choose those that make their mind explode in an array of eloquent words and ideas and thoughts
they don’t choose those that are simply wonderful or beautiful or unique, they choose those that are magnificent and gorgeous and striking
they choose those that don’t mind keeping them company as they sip coffee and type furiously at three am
they choose those that have a glowing smile and fiery, passionate eyes
they choose those that are complex and mysterious
they choose those that do not attempt to understand them, but simply accept them
writers choose those that inspire them
At the End of the WorldAt the end of the world, I want to be in your arms.At the End of the World by FrannyKawaii
I want the last thing I see to be your vibrant eyes.
I want the last thing I feel to be the beat of your heart.
I want the last thing I hear to be your cheerful laugh.
I want the last thing I smell to be your flowery lotion.
I want the last thing I taste to be your berry lips.
I want to be in your arms at the end of the world.
Hikarishipping: Every Man For HimselfMarik pried the aureate bands from his wrists before readjusting himself in his place under Ryou’s bed. “Ugh, Yuugi should have come to attack by now,” he muttered, growing impatient.Hikarishipping: Every Man For Himself by FrannyKawaii
In that moment, the door suddenly burst open. “Marik!” Yuugi called upon his entrance. “I’ve come to-” He interrupted himself by dropping his weapon (a water gun). Upon realising Marik was nowhere to be seen, he called out again, “W-wha-? Marik?”
He sighed. “Marik! I-I know you’re in here!” the frail teenager howled with uncertainty. He sighed again, this time with more alleviation than annoyance. “I guess he’s really not in here...” he mumbled, turning to pry his weapon from the floor.
Finally seeing his chance to attack, Marik grasped Yuugi’s ankles, but before going any further, Yuugi shrieked in mortal terror.
Even after shortly realizing the thin, bronze hands grasping his ankles were not those of a