At times, I think my love for you a desire to be who I am. Some subconscious longing to be who I was meant to be, before I grew into a life everyone molded. At night when I think of you in my arms, I’m longing to hold myself closer, to love myself, to be myself, to pull me inwards until we’re one, to not feel that i’m some strange ghost, haunting a foreign body. It was something trapped away, a thousand Goliath’s fluttering against their conservatory, but now that I know you, I pry open the lock and set him free. Me.
The conservatory, or some stupid niche poem about finding yourself and discovering your gender identity through the characters and media you love.
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them in the new official art ,,,, holds them so gemtly in my hands
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image 1: a drawing of a chibi toga and dabi sitting in the palms of two hands. toga looks happy and is wearing a red dress with pink sleeves. dabi looks annoyed and is wearing a black suit.
image 2: a cropped screenshot of my hero academia official art. it shows toga and dabi in a red dress with pink sleeves and a black suit respectively. /end id]
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