Im On My Third Day Strike Of Binging.

— November 20, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

This man right here had the audacity to wear glasses because, as he told Akane, he never liked his face specifically his eyes. Come to find the reason for him hating his eyes was because they reminded him so much of his fathers. When Tomomi was dying in Nobuchika's arms he reminded Nobuchika how much he saw himself in his son's eyes. That scene is so powerful and such a turning point for Nobuchika, to the point we never saw the glasses again.

I love how Akane called him out on it as well and it's part of why Nobuchika trusts and cares for Akane.

Do I have a point to all this? No, I just wanted to get that off my chest and show pictures of Nobuchika Ginoza.

You know what’s the worst thing in the world? Knowing that all those pretty, skinny girls have had an ed, and the only way to achieve that body is to starve yourself.

It doesn’t really matter if you do exercise, it’s genetics or to starve yourself

Fuck!!!!!

what i saw when i opened pinterest

Maybe my baby thought he didn’t deserve it? Maybe he saw the situation as a sort of punishment? Maybe he was ready to give up?

In House of Hades, Bob came for Percy but not Nico, who's supposed to have befriended him, in person.

Percy mentioned his name - he didn't even call - and Bob came jumping into Tartarus.

But he didn't assist Nico when he was half-dying (or had probably died and just self-resurrected with the DoD's absence) in there.

Why?

I don't think Bob, innocent and simple as he was, would refuse to help his friend.

So it means that Nico didn't call.

Huh. I wonder why.

Did he not call because he had been alone for so long that he'd forgotten? Did he not call because he didn't expect help, nor did he want it? Because he didn't want anyone he held dear to be in there, even when it meant being with him?

Oh. How lonely it must be to feel like that. You would go to the burning Hell for your friend, but you have no one to call when it's you who has fallen into one.

My dandelion, why did you forsake yourself.

me and the followers i pulled by saying nothing and sharing other peoples pretty images

why am i the way that i am and why is this the only perspective i’ll ever fully see through and why is every day a struggle and why is grief forever and why is everything getting more and more expensive and why is there no version of the future that feels right

it hurts so bad when you give everything, and you still aren’t even the second choice

me watching the poll results on poetrysmackdown dot tumblr dot com:

normalize reading a book without caring if the spine breaks, folded cover, misspelled annotations and just ruining the book completely as a form of art