‘I’M NOT TSUNDERE’ I SHOUTED, TEARFUL AND FLUSHED IN THE FACE, HANDS BALLED INTO FISTS, SKIRTS FLAPPING GENTLY WITH THE WIND AS SAKURA BLOSSOMS OSCILLATE IN THE BACKGROUND TO THE BEAT OF MY KOKORO.
‘I’M NOT TSUNDERE’ I SHOUTED, TEARFUL AND FLUSHED IN THE FACE, HANDS BALLED INTO FISTS, SKIRTS FLAPPING GENTLY WITH THE WIND AS SAKURA BLOSSOMS OSCILLATE IN THE BACKGROUND TO THE BEAT OF MY KOKORO.
15 Aug 2012
godheadcomplex (VIA teaginthedragon)
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