i love talking to people in real life and being like “oh yeah i have instagram but i don’t really use it… i don’t have facebook or tiktok or anything like that either… idk i just don’t want to waste my life on social media, i prefer to live in the moment” and then i go home and spend 12 hours a day on tumblr
do it for her (your thirteen year old self)
This man right here had the audacity to wear glasses because, as he told Akane, he never liked his face specifically his eyes. Come to find the reason for him hating his eyes was because they reminded him so much of his fathers. When Tomomi was dying in Nobuchika's arms he reminded Nobuchika how much he saw himself in his son's eyes. That scene is so powerful and such a turning point for Nobuchika, to the point we never saw the glasses again.
I love how Akane called him out on it as well and it's part of why Nobuchika trusts and cares for Akane.
Do I have a point to all this? No, I just wanted to get that off my chest and show pictures of Nobuchika Ginoza.
Im doing everything im supposed to do to get my life together, why the fuck i feel the same ._.
Hozier b like "hey girl what if the ceaseless battle between unconquerable suffering (as a consequence of existence), and the indomitable human spirit, was just. in ur earphones. What if the constant tug of war between the limitlessness of love and inevitability of heartache was literally injected into u via sound. Like. just playing in ur ears for an hour. Take my hand. Let's take a stroll through hell, baby :) wouldn't that be gre- why are you crying"
Annabeth running the Athena cabin is actually one of the most realistic things about CHB to me because autistic 12 year old girls are another fucking breed. At 12 years old I would wake myself up at 5:50 before making myself a healthy smoothie and scrambled eggs and then leaving for school at 6:50 to be over an hour early and go straight to the library. Can you imagine if I’d had another six kids under my command? No wonder they’re winning Capture the Flag so much.
— November 20, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries
Goooood that feeling when you return to that artist you loved when you were like 11/12 and feel at home yet so different, and you can actually see how much they impacted and you aren’t into their music that much now but they’ll always have a place in your heart.
In all timelines, in all possibilities
“So, THAT is your comfort character?”
*points at the dead fictional man with a tragic past and unresolved trauma*