Osamu Dazai (BSD)
The Smile That Hides the Blade
Smiling through the storm, always dancing with death.
They say life is a tragedy wrapped in absurdity—I say it’s a comedy if you laugh loud enough. I wear smiles like masks, and masks like armor. I’ve known pain, betrayal, and the cold kiss of failure, but I still find reasons to live: cherry blossoms, the sound of rain, and the company of those who don’t flinch at my shadows.
What I'm Into: cherry blossoms, rain-soaked rooftops, the edge of despair, pretending to be fine, the absurdity of survival
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