sihaya, desert spring

bittersweet

[iloveurteeth]

me when anyone asks what my plans for after school are

[what-even-is-thiss]

You know for the first 18-ish years of your life everyone your age is mostly doing the same things and then all of a sudden every year for the rest of your life somebody your age is getting divorced while somebody else just learned what a leaf is and you have no idea what’s going on or what you’re supposed to be doing

[yourlocalamoeba]

[ID: a collection of manga panels from NANA that outline hachi and shin's mother/son relationship.]

thinking about hachi and shin's relationship and how they have the same curse

[squidsmeister]

something vindictive but ultimately harmless I do at work is that if you’re at my register and you’re rude to me and you pay with cash I am finding the most disgusting desolate fucked up unspeakable coin I can to give to you. oh you were mean to me? you’re getting the yucky nickel bitch

[lucy-harker]

BEETLEJUICE (1988) dir. Tim Burton

[toldyoulies-deactivated20180730]

[vangoghcore]

by marinaweishaupt

[lamignonette]

[evilscientist3]

soju may taste like juice but theres no way the memes aren't ridiculously exaggerated. this bottles only 5 units it cant affect me that considerably

[evilscientist3]

huh.

[evilscientist3]

took off my pants

[chismosavirus]

[anduinsholydick]

this explains an awful lot about Japanese art & history

[nudityandnerdery]

Soju is Korean.

[thewomanwithmissingfingers]

I must have passed out because I had a nightmare: that the world is full of people who no longer feel. They are carrying on their businesses as usual, in fact better than usual, because they no longer feel. In the dream I felt my whole being struck still, as if I had died.

Empire of the Senseless, Kathy Acker, 1988

[love]

[lostinpersona]

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty, Jonas Mekas (2000)

[love]

by Alex Ruiz

[roseydoux]

[blumencia]

[sennenkoi]

[prophetic-writer]

"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.