my favorite part of vento aureo is when giorno realizes that the gang he’d been trying to join for years is a bunch of five year olds who are trying to get him to drink pee
kisama miteiru na
may or may not be a wedding
Sometimes I think about how Dio loved Jonathan, the way darkness blinds you to everything but a single star in the night sky, and you’re so hungry for light that you swim out to sea to catch the star’s reflection off the water and watch it crumble in your hands as you drown.
How Jonathan didn’t love Dio the way he loved Erina. How Dio didn’t let him love with earnest smiles and doggy cuddles and a palmful of chocolate.
How Dio never called anyone else Jojo.