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The love letter is two sentences long. There isn’t even a Dear Langa, that’s how short it is. It covers approximately 10% of the paper’s surface area.
The sentences get straight to the point. I have a crush on you. Isn’t that awful? It’s written in striking red, in an almost illegible handwriting.
There’s no signature.
For the first time in Langa’s life, he cares about a love confession.
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26 Jun 2026
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A nameless drifter comes to look for work on a run-down farmhouse. He stays in their barn to sleep while he works, the family's son coming down to help, on occasion. As the days go on, the drifter finds him lingering around more and more. But pays him what mind? He ought to go look for a wife or find something better to do. His quiet, curious presence lingers. The barnhand finds himself yearning for the son's presence while he's away-- but no, that can't be right. I mean, they're not even friends, that's ridiculous!
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25 May 2026
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A fanfic I made about the two homophobic guys in my history class that are 100% in love.
LINK TO THE PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2XabEnMsYXGp08v5kYpyTo?si=ab598d502cb54be3
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24 May 2026
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On a boring and random Saturday night Soukoku decides that their feeling a little…. plain. Dazai comes across a DIY at home piercing tutorial and proposes an idea. Shenanigans ensue.
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24 May 2026
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Based off this Tumblr text post by s4mm4n:
God I miss the days when you could show up to a strangers farm and he’d say “Whats your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I aint got one sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do for you and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who aint for married even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talking and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinking from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savorWARNING: Halfway through this story, it becomes about family loss and tuberculosis.
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09 May 2026