I Hate Myself

i just love people watching. not in a creepy way, of course, but rather in a way that i love seeing humans being human, doing the most mundane things ever that make you realize how we are such peculiar creatures. there’s something so heartwarming in observing people’s actions, listening to their words because everyone you see or everything you hear is unique in its own way, yet you can easily be reminded of something you’ve already heard or someone you’ve already met because at the end of the day, we’re all the same. isn’t that just magical?

bunny and marion

I saw a video once that tried to claim that Chuuya accidentally became popular, and I actually laughed. Like no. Nobody gives a character a hat, gloves, red hair, and a choker without at least expecting they'd be popular. No one makes a character short, a wine lover, loud, and a Mafia executive if they didn't suspect they'd be popular. you don't make a character the ex partner to the other most popular character and have them bicker like children if you thought, "eh, no one cares about this guy." No one gives a character the power of gravity manipulation and the power to create black holes when they go feral if they thought, "yeah, pretty mid-tier character" NO ONE MAKES A CHARACTER JUMP OFF A PLANE AND FIGHT A DRAGON—

I nearly cried because car didn’t hit me

Dear video essay creators. A video analysis is when you analyze a piece of media. No no look at me. A summary, no matter how thorough, is not an analysis. An analysis requires you to draw conclusions about the media such as authorial intent, real-world parallels, discussion about themes/worldbuilding/character motivation, and so much more. You have to stop summarizing something and saying that’s analysis. The Gaylors are doing more critical analysis than you. Is that who you want to lose to? The gaylors?

am I reincarnation of Simone de Beauvoir or why do I feel every single line from the inseparables

some shitty soukokus

Jack Kerouac