Dont worry, be happy~
Artist: フライ (@flyco_)
Pixiv Member ID:1024922
Illustration ID: 60608337
Pic size: 595×842
Image published: 28.12.17
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flys.mmm☆gmail.com （☆→＠) Tokyo, Japan
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Thanks for tags, likes and follows🌹🍉 Pics are not mine//Cr go to the artist
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⠀- name : kagamine rin
⠀- birth : 2002 / 12 / 27
⠀- species : human
⠀- orientation : bisexual
⠀- status : taken
⠀- location : sapporo, japan
cheerful | bubbly | excited | straight-forward | musical | affectionate | jealous | loud | trouble maker | naive
✩. has had an interest in musical theater ever since she was young. wants to become an actress someday.
✩. favorite scents are citrus and vanilla. this applies to perfume and shampoo!
✩. prefers savory and salty foods. will like desserts as long as they aren't too sweet! vegetables are gross.
✩. not the brightest when it comes to academics. will misspell large words and not understand things most of the time.
✩. a faithful night owl. will probably fall asleep last at a sleep over.
✩. fluent in both english and japanese!
✩. has lots of freckles on her face and tons of bruises under her knees.
◜out of character◞
hi!! ♡ thank you so much for reading my first post! i appreciate it alot aah,, i actually had to redo all of this because stupid me accidentally deleted all of my progress and it's 7:30am and i'm ready to die :))
art ⇢ twitter user @/5chm0
“I’ve always had a dream where I couldn’t move,couldn’t talk. Each night it’d be the same story of me unable to make any sound come out. It was too late, everything was sealed and put away nothing more than an empty doll located in an abandoned attic, I’d locked myself in my own nightmare; there I’d lost my pride , hopes and dreams but most importantly my right to speak.. can someone please tell me what happened to the ‘hello’ that I used to be able to say over and over to each person I’d met.Although I heard my own forgotten voice in my own head, yelling and screaming, hurting me deeply cutting like an invisible dagger soaring through an invisible mind.I was a puppet , to someone’s game , this game that can’t end neither has it started, yet those same whispers told me there just can’t be a start for something that has been engraved,not into a stone but into life’s very existence.At least this way I can’t spread your secrets, at least this way I’m unable to tell you I hate you, nothing is to be expressed, not even a smile .theres no such thing as happiness, therefore my sadness can’t be what it appears to be, my sadness is Hatrid, the pure deadly sin of envy.i knew he was here with me , clawing at my neck, ringing it until I feel nothing anymore, not even the lust I’ve preserved for you.my unemotional body tries to come back in contact with pain, unable to reach it however ; the rouge presence of blood leaking through, drips out like a tap -unstoppable amounts of nothing but what should be my own excruciating pain, is nothing but a show for my eyes to look down upon.Aren’t stitches supposed to help me?rebuild a bond between two parts of my skin, re form an old look? is my mouth being deactivated helping me ? But, what if there’s no way to get the original back, aren’t I the original? What if it is helping me, I helped me. The inescapable place is hell, but our minds are hell , we are hell. I’m not stuck in a nightmare, no - I can’t open these eyes as they’re already open, there’s no sleep for me to devour as I come to the last realisation that I am in fact,not dreaming,I am the nightmare that I so much as to fear myself. I am a nightmare.I killed myself for me.”