Reblog If You're Not Homophobic

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.

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

Nico Di Angelo now is younger than me, i don’t know how to act

I truly don’t understand why so many people say nico and leo are so similar

I would literally die for nico, but i never liked leo

Please someone tell me what’s going on

sorry for romanticising the mundane. i have little else

You know whats better than sex? Falling in love with a fictional character, but not the kind of romantic love, but the kind of love that you just love them because you’re completely sure they would understand you, that you see yourself in them, the kind of love where you imagine with them late night drive, late night talks, those characters you know you could talk and talk and talk about everything, and they’ll love you for that and you’ll love them. You just know you could relate to each other, and understand each other. Maybe even have similar tastes in music or movies

i tried to make a digital journal, but i can’t i need a physical notebook. I need to feel the pages with my fingers, i need the smell and i need the sacred feeling of writing in a blank sheet of paper

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

sometimes you listen to an orchestra and you’re like maybe the magic i stopped believing in when i was eleven does exist in some form

"there are only two sexes, it's literally third grade biology!" and pronouns are taught in kindergarten and you dont seem to understand those either