prettysketch:

breakdance with snow white

a mashup of this draw and this draw. i want to go back when bleach was still an urban fantasy. reckless teens hosting raves with ghosts. soul burials on the rooftop before gym class. loitering in parking lots, strategizing how to defeat the next hollow under the light of neon convenience stores.

megairea:

“Luminous, gemlike, ghostlike, deathlike,”

Alfred Tennyson, from Maud: Part I, 1855.

sherbetsushii:

“Hey, kid. You’re like me… How?”

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