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“ G A L A X Y S T A N D A R D ”
look at all those gays
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Ok so I just saw Netflix’s Death Note trailer and frankly I’m pissed. Not only is it completely white washing a legendary anime and misrepresenting the characters, but it is trending on YouTube right now with 114k likes. As Netflix is extremely popular in pop culture, this means millions of people will see Death Note as the misrepresented piece of garbage Netflix is showing.
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I thought the babadook was an anime thing until like two weeks ago, I didn’t realize it was from like a recent movie I thought it was from like a mid-2000s anime
this guy on the right, that’s what I thought the babadook was, I don’t know what anime this is but when people reference the babadook that’s who I thought they were talking about
If you didn’t know what to search for then how did you find this picture?
I searched for “grinning anime demon” and scrolled for like a billion years until I found a drawing some kid did of this guy and then I did a Search By Image which told me his name, which I then searched again to find the image on this post. Are you happy you “exposed” how much energy went into my finding a picture of the guy I thought was the babadook? Has this in some way enriched your life?
d a m n son
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Nobody 👏 wants 👏 to see 👏Asian roles 👏 given 👏 to 👏 white people
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Ok so I just saw Netflix’s Death Note trailer and frankly I’m pissed. Not only is it completely white washing a legendary anime and misrepresenting the characters, but it is trending on YouTube right now with 114k likes. As Netflix is extremely popular in pop culture, this means millions of people will see Death Note as the misrepresented piece of garbage Netflix is showing.
gotta repost this bc preach
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i don’t understand why this is so rarely talked about but out of all the scenes in Death Note do you wanna know what scarred me the most
b y e .
i'm so fucking d o n e
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dude it's the daddydook
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How sports anime changed me
Friends: Wow , you're so into sports lately! What made you change your mind?
Me: Uhh.... *nervous laughter*
and he never really knew,
how his words hurt me,
how they cut me like a knife.
and he never really knew,
how i loved him so much,
how i gave him second chances.
but what he did know,
is that we are cherry blossoms,
flowing in the wind.
and that we aren’t meant to last.
m.v. // why is it that we try to work this out
me: i'm going to be productive today, do some house work, etc.
actual me: *watches prince of stride all day*
*casually listens to this on repeat*
Source: Spotify
but you just don’t understand.
you don’t understand how he was the stars to my moon, the shining light in my darkness, the rainbow to my pouring rain.
all you saw was the unread texts, the missed phone calls, and the waiting for him to come back.
you just don’t understand,
what it’s like to fall back out of love.
m.v. // i can count the days on my fingers when he made me happy
I’m tired.
Tired of being lonely
Tired of being betrayed
Tired of being numb
Tired of the lies
Tired of the pain
Tired of being broken.
I’m just tired.
m.v. // i'm so tired
I'm drowning,
But everyone around me is breathing.
I'm broken,
But everyone else in one piece.
I put on a fake smile,
Because sometimes you just have to pretend,
That everything is ok.
m.v. // put on your doll face
You know,
I don’t understand why people are so afraid of the dark.
It’s actually kind of nice,
being engulfed,
getting lost into existence.
Then you don’t have to worry,
you can just be nothing.
m.v. // the dark consumes me
and he was the sun,
but she was the moon.
she had a side of her so dark,
his forever light couldn’t even shine on it.
m.v. // i want to shine just like him
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a c c u r a t e
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My little brother just asked, ‘Why are people so nice to the people who are about to die?’ And I told him that we want to make their last few moments on earth happy, and he told me, 'Everyone dies a little everyday and sometimes we don’t know when a person is gonna die, so why isn’t everyone always nice, because we never know what’s gonna happen to someone.’
(via sturzpoesie IG)
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I won’t hope and wish
that you don’t fall in love
with someone else
because I know you will.
Instead, I hope and wish that
you won’t ever have to know
how it feels like
to miss someone at 3am,
to listen to songs with lyrics
that slap your face as hard
as the pain you feel,
to write poems at 10 in the morning
because you pray
that the one you’re writing about
will learn about this, someday.
I hope and wish that
you won’t ever
have to wonder
what could have been
and what could not be.
Lastly, I hope and wish that
you go out
and explore the world
that is offered before you,
to watch the sunset
with someone
who will stay by sunrise,
and to live a life
with no boundaries, no regrets.
This, I hope and wish
for you, and only for you
unsent letters (via kayetharsis)
b e a u t y
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You know, people love to say that opposites attract. And maybe that’s why I tried so hard to make us work. The girl who measures two teaspoons of sugar to put in her tea and the boy with calloused palms, climbing every mountain he can because he likes the way the stars look when nothing is in their way. Frothy milk and adrenaline. We looked like idiots together. You at my charity dinners in a poorly tailored sport coat. Five o'clock shadow. Bad jokes. And me scaling the rock climbing wall with slippery hands. Two feet above ground. A loose cotton dress. But laughing. Both of us always laughing. At me and you and this stupid world for working in a way that let the two of us need each other so desperately. Opposites. You’re damn right they attract.
But attraction and commitment were never the same thing. Maybe you always knew that. And that’s why you laughed. Because you knew that one day, your girl would stand on Everest. Scream to the stars. Drink her coffee black. But me, I’m still learning. Learning as you tell we want different things. Learning as you drop off every piece of myself I’ve left at your place, nothing folded, the toothbrush tangled with hairs. Learning as I sit here writing about the boy who bounced from cliff tops to see the stars and the girl whose feet never left the ground, whose eyes only ever knew how to watch him walk into clouds and disappear altogether.
the truth about you and me (via yourhandwrittenletter)