Mr. Simple's whisper is The Lucifer
Hai there, I'm Frankie c:
I listen to music, complain about things and blog my life away
n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.
(Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows, via tetsuken)
child:
mom why do you always make bentos for me we're not even japane-
me:
shh here's a piece of toast put it in your mouth and run for school like in the animes
