Diana Lukšová

Diana Lukšová

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in the language of flowers, orange roses mean “confession of first love” and blue roses mean “impossible” , so “Good bye, my first love”. . . . “No, dear, ray, don’t let me go away from you! I want to...

in the language of flowers, orange roses mean “confession of first love” and blue roses mean “impossible” , so “Good bye, my first love”. Saeran T-T

Thus reminds me of kousei from your lie in april so much

His father never approved. Yet here he was, nearly starving to make ends meet but nevertheless in his own little rugged apartment, playing music alongside his faithful companion, this monstrosity of a cat he'd found abandoned and unwanted, just like him.