@tunerexi: - || #NANAMIKENTO || - im SO friggin pissed my baby cakes died // #nanamiedit #kentonanami #jjk #animeedit

𝓏𝑜𝑒𝓎 ꨄ︎ :

guys he's in malaysia alive and well right??

⋆.𐙚 ̊ ๑ :

Nanami I miss you come back

quantum :

How I feel relating to a character and reposting edits of them even tho I haven’t watched the first 2 seasons

reditsy :

Hello the overlays are beautiful also ow

4u :

this is rly good wow

𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗎𝗅 :

adr :

dude i’ve come back to this edit sm it’s genuinely so good 💔

Mason :

this is my fave edit ever

swirlofthoughtss🍥 :

you making this

maddie ღ :

How could you

Bobby :

Bobby

nia 🔗 :

frənčhîe ᡣ𐭩 :

yeah wrap it up

Adriiii 🥹 :

it’s to early for this 😒😔

chiyo🤨☝🏾 :

this shit Is ARTTT

marr<3. :

You like making me cry don't you ?[weep]

Кулибяка |･ω･)@ :

все еще обожаю твои эдиты

whoskai26 :

marr<3. :

You're edits are literally so good I can't get enough

basheerah :

HOLYYYY SONG PULL

whitest_of_the_white :

Stephanie<3 :

THIS IS SO GOOD OMG

🌺 :

It was never about his looks never. It was the way he cared, so quietly yet so deeply, like it was simply woven into the fabric of who he is. The way he respects people without question, as if kindness is the only language he knows, as if everyone deserves to be treated with a softness the world rarely offers. He doesn’t need grand gestures or loud words; his presence alone feels like reassurance, like something steady you can lean on when everything else feels uncertain. With him, safety isn’t something he promises it’s something you just feel. He carries burdens without complaint, always making sure no one is left behind, even when exhaustion lingers in the spaces he never lets anyone see. There’s a quiet sincerity in him, something so genuine it almost feels out of place in a world that rarely gives without expecting something in return. Calm, composed, and unwavering strong in a way that doesn’t need to be proven, gentle in a way that never feels fragile. Protective, yet distant. Caring, yet somehow always just out of reach. And maybe that’s where the ache begins because someone like him doesn’t just make you feel safe, he makes you *want* to stay, to rest, to exist a little longer in the warmth he unknowingly creates. He feels like a quiet kind of home, the kind you don’t realize you’ve been searching for until you find it… and the kind you already know you can never truly have. There’s a distance in him that no amount of longing can close, a line you can feel but never cross. I think that’s why the yearning lingers so much deeper than it should. Because as much as my heart wants to reach him, to give all this quiet affection I carry, it will never arrive. My feelings will always stop somewhere between reality and imagination, fading before they can ever reach him because in the end, he is only a story, a character someone once wrote into existence… and somehow, that makes the longing both softer and more painful at the same time.

🥛Kait〣 Milk 〣 Milkay 〣MFP0T🥛 :

Girl you’ve never made a bad edit istg

ժҽოí.ᥫ᭡⚂ :

U. Didn't.