Shounen Dreams (A warm, flaky crust)

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January 2011

Today in nihongo crass

I discovered my latent Wakamoto voice

cherubs jizzed

Jan 31, 20111 note
Play
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011101 notes
#and her frustrating lesbianism
Cheryboy Riot TeddyLoid

Life BGM for starting anything

Jan 30, 20112 notes
Jan 30, 2011108 notes
cue bishounen explosion

weeaboobies:

Jan 30, 201175 notes
#favorite part

pikekitty:

Weeks after he was born, doctors removed a small, partially developed womb from Sigmund Freud’s abdomen.

whhoaaahhh

Jan 30, 2011
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#kind of cool
Today's moe moe breakfast
  • omelettes with various vegetables and ham
  • peach yogurt
  • peaches
  • OJ

:3

mai hajimete no omuretto

Jan 30, 2011
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Jan 29, 2011284 notes
That awkward moment when you get a mini heart attack because you can't feel your Cellphone/iPod in your pocket.

what-is-this-i-dont-even:

image

Jan 29, 201184,325 notes
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#BOOBS #yes
Jan 29, 20111,843 notes
ALSO I FINALLY STARTED BAYONETTA

though that just kind of adds it to the pile of games I’ll probably never touch again until I finish ones that I need to return to people and stuff

in any case it is a sweet-ass game

Jan 27, 2011
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.” —Ann Druyan, talking about her dead husband Carl Sagan  (via fuckyeahexistentialism, savagemike)
Jan 27, 20113,758 notes
#carl sagan was such a cool dude.
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