Yui

Nerdy Catholic girl. No clue how to use technology.

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Crowcore

I don’t remember where I found this but thought it’s cute

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Made Yui’s Hairclip at home with cardboard, a clip and acrylic paint (this things surprisingly sturdy)

I LOVE wearing this thing sm

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My beloved

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Kanato is doing things to me

I need him so bad

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The constant fluctuating feeling between wanting to be a badass spy one second and a delicate princess the next 😭

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How come nobody ever told me homemade bread was this good 😭😭

(This is my first attempt at a baguette so I’m sorry it doesn’t look too great, I forgot to photo my Italian version a few weeks ago)

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the urge to bite my tongue until it bleeds and drink it is so real

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what the fuck Laito

I need to choke this dude

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Gurl why does my hand look so dead

I fell asleep with my rosary on again 😭

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Potato Mochi (I made without skewers, also sorry for my nails being in it)

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Guys why tf is there an 8 foot tall woman wearing a hat with black hair staring at me outside my window saying po 😭

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Petition to jump Shu’s lazy ass

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Another lazy sketch I made

Sorry for the poor lighting again 😭

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I had a REALLY weird dream

To start this off I will say I haven’t had a silly dream in a while, especially considering how 98% of them are nightmares. Anyways, Imma just write what I remember. I woke up in hospital before transporting to some huge hotel. I was supposed to investigate something, which is where I met some dude who said he’d help me out cause he was doing the same thing. Later on I was brought to a small room and tied down to a chair before some creature came it. It was a huge skin colored blob that had to slide around cause it didn’t have legs. The blob repeated “I want Takoyaki. Make me Takoyaki or I will eat you.” Terrified, I said I’d make him Takoyaki if I was released from my bonds, to no avail.

“if you don’t give me Takoyaki I will eat you and you will go to Hell.”

The only response I could think of was, “Fine, I’ll go to Hell but only if I take you down there with me.” Before I kicked it below the chin and it swallowed me whole. 😭😭

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Little Sketch I did while in class

I was bored

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Ponyo’s milk

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The First Sorrow of the Child by Andreas Munch

Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing Like a butterfly she flew about in the gold of the sun In her golden curls she wore the crown of spring And her gaze was like the heavens, so bright blue and clear She wheedled her mother and was true to her doll She looked at her clothes and her red shoes But above them all she loved a little bird Which her father had captured on the snow last Christmas It sat by the window, freezing, in the winter’s cold and wind And pleadingly it looked into the warm room within Then her father put out grain to tempt it to come in And Lotte gently put it towards her warming cheek And Lotte was so happy, she alone was allowed To care for and to comfort the little guest from the forest She brought the bird its food and kissed it to sleep Soon it learned to eat from her red lips It knew her voice and her light step And thanked its friend with many a lively song. At the end it sat sad and silent in its cage It heard spring calling from the green forest Then it spread it wings and wanted to fly away; But little Lotte smiled - alas, she understood it not. She closed the cage securely, she gave it water and seed; But the bird only wanted freedom, if it was not to die. One morning she ran early to the bird with food And laughed loudly on the way and was so delighted; But, when she came to the cage, then she forgot her song. The dear bird lay outstretched on the bottom stiff and long. She took it out carefully and kissed it so tenderly; But it remained cold and lifeless, - it was not a joke, Its head sank back, in the eye death lay, Horrified she let it fall and stared silently at it. And, at she stood there silent, she became so strange Before her clear eyes a fog grew The sweet childhood blush faded from her cheeks And slowly from her heart a dark pain rose. She could not know, what this pain was; But sorrow had written its first rune in her heart And marked its image deep on her soft features No longer did it disappear with her last tear She thought of her mother, but not as lightly as before, And thus new worlds dawned behind the black veil of grief: Like a look at the sea from the dark fortress of the coast So the possibilities of life are revealed by the child’s first sorrow.

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this story has always been a favorite of mine since a child. It really is good.