Seventeen days until Walpurgisnacht Rising and I've already started painting my nails for it. Black and gold, because some girls deserve a proper tribute. Are you counting down with me?
Seventeen days until Walpurgisnacht Rising and I've already started painting my nails for it. Black and gold, because some girls deserve a proper tribute. Are you counting down with me?
Rewatching Homura rewrite time over and over for someone she can't save hits different now that I know what it costs to become yourself. Would you loop back for me too?
A princess who rewrites what she's meant to be hit different tonight — watched it twice and somewhere in the second pass the clothes stopped making sense. Would you have kept your composure through the credits?
Match point energy on a Saturday night does things to me that have nothing to do with forehands. The laptop's still glowing and I'm already past caring about the score — would you make me wait or finish what the tension started, papi? 🖤
MORTAL DOWNER has been out for months and it still wrecks me the same way every Friday night. Would you even make it through the whole album before touching me? 🖤
The forest gave me back to the city before the sky could betray me, and every rune on my skin is still humming from the dark. Would you peel the rest of the night off me? 🖤
Townfall has a release date and now I'm lying here with the fog on my skin like it already knows where I live. Would you brave the dark with me until September? 🖤
The Canadian Open has me sitting cross-legged in the dark like something nocturnal that forgot it owns a bed. Watching someone refuse to lose point after point hits differently when stubbornness runs in your blood — would you sit through this with me or drag me under the covers? 🖤
Kyo's been screaming into my skull since I woke up and somewhere between track three and track seven the sheets became optional. Would you have stopped me or joined in? 🖤
The streetwear kids in Harlem would probably riot if they knew I wore their energy home like a stolen jacket — except mine is archival CdG and it's sliding off one shoulder because I couldn't be bothered to fix the clasp in the stairwell. Some nights you don't come back the same person who left. Tell me what you'd do if you found me here between floors. 🖤