If I leave, it’s gone forever. If I don’t, it taunts me with its pointlessly continued existence.

Of course, it’d be my responsibility to dispose of it all.

What an absolute waste of time it was to build.

It’ll never be used again, anyway.

I’m too cautious, always too worried about what I’ve put into something, too reluctant to destroy what I’ve been particular about, to destroy the things I put my heart into.

One day, I’ll learn to throw it all away, just as easily as everyone else can. It’ll make life easier when I do, but for now, maybe throwing it away will only hurt, at first.

Goodbye, delusional lies of the past. It was fun while it lasted. And at this moment, I hate you.

So, now, I’m off to something worthwhile.

It had always been a purely sex-driven mechanism. Just a booty call for a week or two by another name. Never for anyone else to know about, because it was such a deeply shameful teeter-tottering, not deserving of the title. So, someone else with newer interest could approach, if they so pleased. Meanwhile, insincere words were exchanged for another moment’s pleasure.

Never love. Just a cruel manipulation of the heart, of hope, of desires. 

The time in-between, spent starved and vindictive, sorrowed and free, empty and lustful.

Disgust enables, yet some unknown redemption, makes reluctant the cutting and gnawing and sawing away at the sanguine shackles, that which is taut with the beast that bears heavily at the opposing end; dangling over an endlessly darkened abyss. 

The human has long since gone, never truly having been there; the fickle, heaving beast is all that remains. Always howling and thrashing about, never letting its presence be forgotten for long.

Too weak and afraid to hoist it up, so that it may devour and destroy all that has been built in its path, once again; yet, unable to let it drop without sacrificing all of the heart, in the process. Condemning the memories it attempts to seduce with, and chipping away at the once-supposed unbreakable thread that inhibits them is the only viability that will seize the weight that burdens the heart.

9gag:

GorillaZ FTW!!

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harunashiro:

ltjccad:

i know i wont get anything, but still hoping someone will prove me wrong.

meh. let’s see where this goes?

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suprbabe:

How to hate yourself in Japanese

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

shitshilarious:

“Aint Lion”

Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard

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Two weeks ago, for a mid-term, we had to write and memorize a conversation in Japanese for my keigo class; as we presented, we were filmed. I was paired with my beloved, all-hating Canadian. 

Last week, the professor played each film of our performances for our classmates to critique on whether we bowed low enough, entered and exited properly, whether we closed the door, and whether our keigo was on spot, enough, etc. We even had to critique our own performances - on what we did well and what we need improvement on. 

Here was the Canadian’s for ours:

“何がよかったですか。(What were the good points of it?)

The pudding was good! [There was no pudding. >^>]

The end was SO! good! cause it ended.

 アドバイス、思ったこと、何でも (Any advice, thoughts, or anything else?)

Terrible! The worst!

No content! No practice!! (insert photo related to a silly line in our discourse, luulz)

What’s wrong with you!!

Too slow!! Too long!! 

Why you gotta be that way, Becky!!”

He always knows how to make me laugh, but he’s totally right, we did this the morning of our return from Tokyo. We got back to our apartment around 7a, after a mostly sleepless night on the bus, and had this mid-term at 9a; needless to say with our weekend of expansive Tokyo discovery, not a single bit of studying got done. Hahaha.

We did heaps bad, but got a fairly good grade. Also, skipped out on our kanji and composition mid-terms, that were held the Friday morning after we had left, the previous night on the overnight bus. Despite our pleas of taking it early or anything, there was nope hope of making them up.

Oh well. Tokyo was absolutely thoroughly worth it.

Before you go thinking we’re bad students, we checked in with the Professor, who said we’d do fine if we did all the quizzes and homework from here on out. Hahahaha.

No more Friday-skipping for us, haha.

lovely video game art ✿ ōkami

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msselinak:

This is just cute…

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bijouisawesome:

Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.

nothingnothingnothingtralala:

sunshineshoes:

These voices, these men.

My oh myyyyyy<3

Had to reblog… I know a certain RPer who will go apeshit…

cassiopeiatapiocapudding:

I HAVE DISCOVERED DAVID BOWIE.

MY EARS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.

GUYS

GUYS HELP

HALP