i am a trickster who doesn't know solitude

You might get lucky and die in some corner. ~Soi Fon

Those who do not know what love is liken it to beauty. Those who claim to know what love is liken it to ugliness.

I've decided. I'm going to become a Shinigami. Become a Shinigami and change things. So that they'll end... without Rangiku having to cry.

I hate loneliness, but it loves me.

No world is without sacrifices. But if we produce casualties, we would also sustain casualties of our own.

Hold on. So in my mind, this jacked-up, sideways ridiculousness is the normal state?