dazai user

No matter how many times you try to kill yourself. It. Never. Works. It’s almost like something is personally stopping you from doing it. And all though you never really believed in guardian angels or any of that crap… it was just a thought in the back of your head

after another attempt you wake up to a short ginger with big wings just standing over your bed with his arms crossed and a sour look on his face. “you son of a bitch. Stop tryna die goddammit!”