Jane Austen Was Born In 1775, So This Year Marks Her 250th Birthday (in Fact On The 16th December, But

Hot take but I hope in uni my life will spin around 180 degrees and I will have tongue piercing and beautiful, clever girls in my flat but I’m afraid the only thing I will fuck will be Calculus 1

akutagawa, climbing through the agency's window:

kunikida: hold it right there

akutagawa, scowling: i am not here for conflict, though i will not hesitate if it arises--

kunikida: yeah i know; ur here to see atsushi

akutagawa: i most certainly am NOT-

kunikida, ignoring him: well you can't see him today

akutagawa, immediately forgetting his protests: you wish to keep me apart from him--

kunikida: look, brat, atsushi is in trouble right now, he can't see you--

akutagawa, worried and angry: is he hurt? why did no one inform--

kunikida: what? no!

kunikida: he did something reckless, so he's in trouble. his punishment is that he can't see you

akutagawa:

akutagawa: what

kunikida: but since your already here, here's the agency's grocery list for the week

akutagawa:

kunikida: you can see atsushi again next week

akutagawa:

akutagawa: does it matter which brands i get or--

i’ve been told by various european friends that the most american sentence i’ve ever said is “sophomore year of college, some friends and i road-tripped thirteen hours to florida for spring break.”

and now i can confidently say this is the most guy-who-lives-in-paris sentence i’ve ever said: “today i was cycling to meet a friend at buttes-chaumont and i went over some cobblestones and my baguette got launched out of the bike basket into the middle of the roundabout”

I just love this page. Atsushi realizes that he almost lost someone who he never took the time to understand. this boy, this stranger, who has burrowed so deep into his mind, who has been completely incomprehensible to him, who died for him, is, beneath it all, just like him. they're the same. they always have been.

its regret. about the words he's said, the wound's he's inflicted, the fact that he did not see the boy right in front of him. he walked away, a specter, misunderstood, never being told that its okay for him to live. okay for him to exist in this world.

for the first time, he thinks he understands akutagawa ryuunosuke and its breaking his heart. he's breaking his heart.

I think it would have decimated Henry Winter to know that 40 years later, I find his passion for Homer basic. I was always more of an Aeschylus fan but beyond that if you want to pontificate on the nature of beauty and the ephemerality of life, then pursue more worthy periods and places. His inherently sexist and racist elitism has blinded him and worse rendered him boring.

i just know henry winter would have the most atrocious blue eyed stare

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Мда каждый раз когда случается какая то хуйня остро ощущается отсутствие близкого человека. Я конечно одиночка, но это задевает еще больше. Ничего не добиваюсь и ничего не заслуживаю ;)

hi hello i have risen from the dead (for a little bit) uni and going to con have absolutely killed my motivation to do art (or rather just killed me, bc im too exhausted and in pain to even move from the couch..)

fun life update: went to con, got whiteboy wasted while dressed as chuuya and got an ambulance called on me bc my knee gave out (nothing serious just some bruising/ a guy dressed as luffy freaked the fuck out and called the ambulance lol)

but also overall got to meet a lot of nice people!! one girl gave me a "fav cosplay award" on the second day while (i was pm dazai on day 2 hehe)