HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SON (12.20)
I was so happy
The man who named me, to the man that killed me, the man who gave me hope.
Arima, you were my teacher and my father.
I… was oh so happy.
The aged eagle, he who is old and wrinkled, and tired of pain. Of snow-white beard, of majestic attus, he sharpens his makiri, cross-legged. He trims the deadman’s fingers, and his mind clouds.
rest in peace arima kishou

Yomo
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…I’ve been waiting all this time.Re:st, Arima Kishou.
(typography insp)
good night, arima kishou.
The one who wished death more than anyone else was the grim reaper himself
~Farewell Arima kishou
Isn’t it arrogant to put a price on whether life is ‘higher’ or ‘lower,’ Kaneki? We are just bags of meat. The weak bow down and the strong devour them. Rather, if you compared them to all living things, it’s humans who have shaved away the most lives. We are different than them.
Tsukiyama Shuu requested by @sekigannn













































