I Dream Of You Every Night.

2nd art style i need to learn

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Tumbler needs a separate button for call-out posts.

characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.

You used your phone 9 hrs and 10 minutes more this week— Now how do I explain to my phone that I spend most of my screen time, staring blankly, waiting, hoping for a text from you.

I am happy when with your memories. I am happy when we are talking. Then you leave. You are not mine. Then why am I so fucking sad.

🍑🍑👍☝❤✊🍑 HEHEHE

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Everyone wasn't to be like issac but they can't and many have crushes on him and can't Cope with it so they hating

That new Castlevania show has people showing off how dumb they really are. The amount of “Black people can’t be vampires! Vampires can’t go out in the sun.” Statements I’ve seen is crazy. Do you think black people are just really tan? Do you think black people lose their melanin if they don’t go outside like it isn’t genetic??? What???

My longing for you makes all my close     

       friends angry. I don't blame em.

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Sun Tzu is so fucking funny to me because for his time he was legitimately a brilliant tactician but a bunch of his insight is shit like "if you think you might lose, avoid doing that", "being outnumbered is bad generally", and "consider lying."

A button poetry inspired by the Norse mythology comic by @yeehawpim

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When the Gods came to the Great wolf

Fenrir

He must have thought it just another day

Bright and grand

He must have thought it a game

These were the people who had raised him

And there was Tyr

his friend

They bind him He broke free

He must have rejoiced in his victory

Then the gods came again With different chains

Doubt would have taken hold But he must have ignored it

Bolstering his resolve in his strength thinking

He had nothing to fear

Since Tyr was there

But when the gods

Brought forth the cords

He must have sensed something amiss

This was no game

They wanted something from him

He must have recalled The fleeting hateful stares

But he also must have also remembered

How he played with Tyr

He would not let anything Happen to him

He must have cursed himself

For doubting his friend

For asking for Tyr's hand

But what is done is done he couldn’t go back

And now I sit and wonder

When the wolf couldn't break the cords

Did he pause?

Did Tyr know what would happen?

And offered his flesh regardless?

Or Maybe In guild for what was going to happen to his friend?

What he had caused?

There must have been A moment

When the great wolf pled

Hoping that he would be saved by his friend

Or maybe he wished for Tyr to pull back his hand?

And now I think

That when the wolf bit down

Maybe it wasn't from anger

Maybe it was from sorrow

His friend had made his choice

So maybe he bit

So the blood would hide his tears

Tyr was there

And he had betrayed him

You are my moon. My light in life that is nothing but a dark night. Even when I can't see you. I know you are there. There is no repaying that.