Psychology Of Money And My Notes On Male Reproductive System.

being and dressing dark academia, looking mysterious, having hyper fixations on topics you like and finding dark topics interesting but when they get to know you, you are an optimistic, romantic person with a sunny disposition is my kind of dark academia.

Haha I might be obsessed

i genuinely loved this so much. i had been expecting something grand from yatora for the end of the year project, but the fact that he took an ordinary mundane scene from his life before he got into art and turned it into art for the sole purpose of expressing how it might not have been worth turning into art...... that's amazing. i was actually so impressed. he didn't try to force something grand out of himself at a time when his self confidence wasn't at his highest—he actually took those feelings and deliberately worked them for this project. it's a true, raw expression of his vulnerability and doubt. and for a final project, no less, a culmination of everything he has learned and experienced.... that's bold. he said it wasn't worth turning into art, but he did anyway, as a kind of art, just to show how it's not worth being turned into art..... that's deep, bro. and bold.

there's just something satisfying about this prof having been the one to tell yatora all those months ago 'is it worth doing this as a painting?' and .... basically saying it again but much more eloquently and elegantly. also, it's sweet that he's encouraging him here.

'i felt lonely and terrified when i noticed this, but what was even more frightening was how i had that desire'. yotasuke trauma-dumping on the profs hgjdjfj but also this is so good. the only aspect in life where he felt like he was in control was with the rabbits—by hindering them from escape, he could stay with them for longer and play with them, though really all it was was a way of dominating them.

'i thought i could communicate with animals but i was dominating them' i would like to think in a sort of twisted way that this is probably what yotasuke thought of his mother at times—the way she forced him to make art, the way he never liked drawing, how she heaped her expectations onto him. not in a cruel, malicious way, but in the way that parents often do in the i-know-what's-best-for-you way that might have good intentions but turns out to be dominating. but yes, it's no wonder yotasuke went back again and again to the rabbits, even as he knew what he was doing, just to gain some semblance of control in his life that his mother largely took from him. 'the cage protects the rabbit and confines it' just like how up until now, yotasuke’s way of life (largely in part due to his mother) had both protected him (from change) and confined him (from change).

three things: it's insanely adorable to me how yatora gets a teensy bit jealous watching okamoto and yotasuke interact. 'are you feeling down?' / 'i'm not ...' okay babe, whatever you say 😔🤍 don't worry darling he's not going to steal your friend from you!! next, yotasuke fumbling with his words, breaking eye contact, saying if he hadn't gone out with him might have quit school....i actually gasped. i hadn't thought things had been that bad for yotasuke. yatora really went and saved him there, huh. then, finally, the fact that the rabbit is basically standing in for yotasuke—we know this from the last chapter, and it was made even clearer from his final project. which, you know ... when i think about this bit, makes me feel insane:

rabbit = yotasuke.....hanging around a person's feet = yatora.....insert whatdoesitmean.gif

by giving yatora the drawing—this drawing, the first one he was genuinely glad about; this drawing, where yotasuke is the rabbit, hanging around yatora’s someone's feet—yotasuke is basically presenting himself to yatora in his truest sense :') it's a raw expression of 'this is me, i want you to see me for me'. like, hello....the way he's handing this piece of paper to him, you'd think he was handing over a piece of his heart. which he is! that's basically what this scene is. i also love the way their expressions parallel this scene:

"Do you believe in love?" I believe in fictional men loving every aspect of their lover

Studied physics today and read Norwegian wood by Haruki Murakami. I really like Nagasawa's character a lot.

I want to make them succumb. I’ll kill everyone with my art.

Kyanma🐾

How can a fictional character be more complex than me. Bitch you dont even exist give me your depth

𑁍 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 pt. 2 𑁍

(part one is here)

Narcissus — Egotism.

Nightshade — Bitter truth.

Oak — Hospitality.

Orchis — Beauty.

Osier — Frankness.

Peach Blossom — "This heart is thine."

Peony — Anger.

Phlox — "Our souls are united."

Rose, Bay — Danger. Beware.

Ruellia — Constant remembrance.

Rush — Docility.

Saffron — Beware of excess.

Silence armeria, Catchfly — "I am a willing prisoner."

Silver Bells — Good news.

Snowdrop — Faithfulness. "I am no summer friend."

Sorbus aucuparis, Mountain Ask — "With me you are safe."

Speedwell — My best wishes.

Sumach — Splendid misery.

Sunflower — Adoration.

Trumpet-flower — Separation.

Tussilago, Coltsfoot — "Justice shall be done you."

Tweedia — Faithful affection.

Uvularia, Bellwort — Modesty.

Venus' Fly-trap — "Have I caught you at last?"

Verbena — Sensibility.

Vernal Grass — Poor but happy.

Vinca — Remembrance of early friendship.

Vine, Grape — Intoxication.

Violet, white — "I must be sought to be found."

Volkameria — Good wishes. May you be happy.

Water-lily — Purity of heart.

Weigela — Maiden beauty.

Wheat-stalk — Riches.

Winter cherry — Deception.

Wisteria — "Welcome, fair stranger!"

Wolfsbane — Misanthropy.

Wormwood — Absence.

Xeranthemum, Chamomile — Cheerfulness in adversity.

Yarrow — To heal a wounded heart.

Zinnia — Thought of absent friends.

ISN'T EARLY MORNING SHIBUYA PRETTY NICE?