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

Me if I was different from how I am

god if there was a book of forbidden spells I wouldn’t even hesitate

i have so much affection for the ugly, selfish, human part of people's motivations that pollutes their noble intentions and ideals. i did it because i liked it. because i was good at it. because it felt good. because i deserved it. because i wanted to.

i was seeing all these little blue flowers everywhere and kept thinking "dang what are these bitches, i can't remember..." well guess what. they were fuckin forget-me-nots. can't believe i failed step fucking 1, the hot girls on iNaturalist are going to laugh at me and i'm gonna flunk out of hobby botany school.

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

“ Kip looked up at him, face entirely blank. Maybe it was something about the dying firelight, or the sound of the rain. Maybe it was how Kip's eyes formed huge perfect circles, and how his mouth was a flat line. Marin was struck with the sudden and intense feeling that he had just asked something deeply personal. “

my wife is back

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be a stressed adult male protagonist splashing water on his face in the bathroom

Why did the narrative just hiss at me