Died And Came Back Tired. Died And Came Back Exhausted. Died And Came Back With Manic Energy. Died And

personally i’m a fan of when a story is like. the love was there. unfortunately. this all could have actually gone a lot easier for everyone if the love hadn’t been there but here we are

Hardened cybernoir PI voiceover: …and then there are the old-timers, bent over their screens, chasing the endless scroll and the notification high. Can’t blame them, I guess. They grew up back before we knew how addictive the Internet is, poor bastards never stood a chance. Me, I time myself, never spend more than an hour at a time on screen. ‘Cept on bad days. *takes a doleful drag from an e-cigarette* On bad days I leave that timer off.

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

can we all agree that it's pathetic when so-called "friends" try to sabotage your opportunities? you're clearly jealous that the amulet of eternal darkness chose me and no amount of "please fight it, i know you're still in there somewhere" is going to change that. crab bucket mentality. grow up.

Portrait of a boy, French School, early 19th Century

天使のたまご (Angel’s Egg | Amano Yoshitaka/Oshii Mamoru  | 1985)

少女革命ウテナ (Revolutionary Girl Utena | Ikuhara Kunihiko  | 1997)

灰羽連盟 (Haibane Renmei | Tokoro Tomokazu | 2002)

more stuff about becoming a god being inherently dehumanizing pls

there are so many things on gods green earth that are not platonic but are also not romantic. the erotic, the familial, the unconditional, weird codependency, weird codependency (hatred edition), etc. let us all broaden our horizons

no rizz. just big bambi eyes and many, many unsettling things to say.