Curious Things

Graduate Economics student. Internet addict. Toy collector. Card player. Avid reader. Filipino. Sketches the occasional work or two. May also take photographs. Complicated.

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That Monday feeling

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We are the Ultramarines, the Sons of Guilliman. Whilst we draw breath, we stand. Whilst we stand, we fight. Whilst we fight, we prevail.

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Mythic Legions!

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I am Bane. This city is mine.

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Rest in peace Jason David Frank. Thank you for giving life to characters which played a big part of our childhood. Green Ranger will always be your most iconic role for me.

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What have I become?

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Gonna start posting my toy photography here as well.

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Nothin’. Just thinking about Kishiro drawing Alita stretching.

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Anime of 2020.06

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Awwyiss.

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For future reference

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Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.

Maya Angelou (via thelovejournals)

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My watch rotation.

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That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen

Charles Bukowski - Women (via mrnishe)

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The world looks so dark now, but seal your eyes, keep the lids shut long enough, then split the slits again. See, it’s lighter. Everything is bright enough to be blinding. It’s … all about relativity. Had you been in clandestine darkness, even candlelight is radiant. But if you’d always been in the sun, the slightest shadows make dread creep up your neck. My dear, you need not fear the absence of light. Embrace the night and simply hunt stars. Constellations shall be your inspiration until sun beams finally reach you. Then when you are showered by golden drops of warmth, you must remember how you once lived by moonlight and stellar guidance. You must reach for the other spirits wandering in darkness and help them retrieve their glorious luminescence. Please, drift through both worlds of heaven and hell, light and darkness, virtue and sin, keeping in mind that the boundary between those worlds can shift as you choose, because it’s all relative. Listen, love, we’re all in this together. Let’s make this a wonderful adventure.

s.j.l, LIGHT / DARK (via procastiwriters)

@andiedraws we were just talking about relativity yesterday lol. I like how poetic this is

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Minding Rites | David Yezzi

”Minding Rites” David Yezzi

This guy I know, a rabbi, Friday nights, on his way home before sunset in winter, always stops at a florist or bodega and buys a bunch of flowers for his wife.

Every week the same, a ritual, regardless of her mood that morning, fresh upsets at work, or snarling on the bridge; he brings her roses wrapped in cellophane.

But isn’t there a ring of hokiness in that? Why should a good man have to show his devotion? Some things go unspoken; some things get tested on the real world,

and isn’t that the place that matters most? So when you told me I should bring you flowers, I joked, “But don’t I show my feelings more in dog walks, diapers, and rewiring lamps?”

The flowers, I learned later, weren’t for wooing, not for affection in long marriage, but for something seeded even deeper down, through frost heaves, and which might be, roughly, peace.

(It’s funny that I just assumed romance.) Now there’s no peace with us. I wonder what they might have meant to you, those simple tokens, holding in sight what no rite can grow back.