Human Disaster

Alex / 27 / she/her/they/them

[blinkbones]

shiboyugi is mesmerizing me at the moment. it's atmospheric, airy, beautiful. it is, visually, reminiscent of the clear water of a wild stream. it's psychologically poisonous, slow-acting and sweet. yuuki is cool. yuuki is a beast. yuuki is a victim and a ghost in the body of a traumatized waif. it's quietly cruel then loudly so all at once. it's all about survival but it avoids hope like the plague. it's voyeuristic. you're a hypocrite watching it. you're a capricious emperor. there is no room for relatability in yuuki's strategy and know-how. she's your champion. you root for her. and she gores other waifs for you. and in contempt of you.

[kairosrhys]

Which one is your favourite? 😊

[koiagain]

I guess you could say he’s ve… he’s a very h…

[avspol]

[teretereterebi]

Watching shiboyugi

[allthefrogsaregay]

I will cut off my own hand before I ever reach for you again

[moondustinfj]

Eternal Sunshine (Flower Face)

Louis & Armand

[paper-mario-wiki]

decided to put a normal anime girl in my town and it wasnt 5 seconds before she was corrupted by the island's malevolent influence

[goth-queen]

[thecrowthatyellsow]

In another life…

[lucky-me-envy]

enby envy

[mariacallous]

[slimepost-generator]

you're so beautifol :) may i sense you with my feelers

[technicolorcrows]

of course! let me just-

(source)

[loveridden1999]

exactlyyy

[prguitarman]

Happy April 25th

[sketchdeath]

you know come to think of it i don't believe those men were ever truly sorry for party rocking

[heedra]

In elementary school, my best friend and I had this game we would play where we were school supplies living inside a child's desk and going on slice-of-life adventures inside it. And I remember that a key component of our school supply society was a sort of religious schism that existed around the purpose and nature of the giant hand that occasionally reached in to grab different citizens, use them, and then return them, because most school supplies considered this an auspicious and enviable moment of being selected for a greater purpose and allowed a glimpse of a vast truth, but pencils considered it a horrible portent of doom because they always got sharpened during it and came back smaller and closer to death. We were third graders btw.