Hi I Thought I Should Go On Tumblr Because Im Very Lonely, Have No Friends, A Failure, And My Life Lowkey

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Mitsuba is my baby

rereading gourmet hound for like the 18628263th and it is still the best and my comfort webtoon ever

i think of m1tsuba/sousuke and mit2uba/no.3 the same way kou thinks of them. like, yeah, theyre different people. but, also, what... what do you mean theyre different people...??

What do you mean. What do you mean Akutagawa didn't know why Atsushi saved him. What do you mean Atsushi saw how Dazai treated Akutagawa, thus adding a new layer of understanding between them. What do you mean Akutagawa wanted to kill Atsushi for fear he would never be accepted "and then—" And then what, you fell in love??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN DAZAI WAS THE DIRECTOR BECAUSE ATSUSHI TOO HAS TO ACCEPT HIS PAST—

So I've been reading this insanely amazing Webtoon that has quickly become my favourite of all time. I'm also normal about women

can we be fr for one second, who wouldn't wanna be stuck in the digital circus????? you get a free place, free friends(???) and all you have to do is go on adventures everyday. sometimes you can even skip it. (probably) you won't feel real as a side effect tho

I am loving all the tragic irony of Montresor’s insults blowing back at him

-Monty forces Ada to bark like a dog -> he has to beg to Annabel in front of EVERYONE in their group

-He makes a comment about Lenore’s wheelchair-> now he’s in crutches with a broken leg

-Monty claims that Lenore would faint just from a broken leg -> literally passes out in the next episode yet again in front of EVERYONE

-And now after referring to Lenore as madwoman on multiple occasions -> Montresor is on the verge of a mental breakdown from “Will” dying and coming back and the only people who saw enough to believe him are the fucking Misfits WHO HE HAS GIVEN EVERY REASON HATE HIS GUTS

if you think you're being awkward when you greet someone you haven't seen in ages, just know that I atleast appreciate it and I hope the person you greeted does too. Today, some girl at my old school that I wasn't exactly friends with; tho we were groupmates in a project once, greeted me. I was wearing a hat and my hair was a mess but she still somehow recognized me, and I realized that maybe people do somehow know me, somehow.