Your worth is something you create with your own hands.
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Your worth is something you create with your own hands.
Nippon Sangoku episode 01. An Oath for Peace
genga by りく Ligton
Divine general and…disaster curse
Gege needs therapy.. no mentally well person could write this
Kagurabachi by Takeru Hokazono – Chapter 43 ○ Fulfill
Chainsaw Man | チェンソーマン – Chapter 134 ⊙ Oridnary Happiness
This is still my favorite page in all of Chainsaw Man
By far the funniest thing in the entire manga to date
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
Carlos Dearmas