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y do people feel the need to separate subjects as Math & Science vs English & Social Studies like…literally people are just like “math n science are Robot subject and english and social studies are feelings subjects” but that doesn’t even make sense. You could say English and Science should be grouped together because they involve focusing on theory a lot, or that Science and Social Studies should be grouped together because they require a lot of memorization, or that Math and Social Studies should be grouped together because they operate within systems of information. 

It’s just such a limiting way of looking at things why do we do this

NIALL OPENED A FREAKING RECORDING STUDIO IN DUBLIN
NIALL IS RUNNING HIS OWN GOLFING BUISNESS NIALL IS DOING A CHARITY EVENT FOR A CANCER RESEARCH NIALL IS HAVING THE BEST BREAK NIALL IS TRAVELING THE WORLD NIALL IS WRITING MUSIC NIALL CAN PLAY THE PIANO THE DRUMS THE GUITAR MY HEART STRINGS NIALL IS MAKING HISTORY SOLO NIALL WILL RISE AND I AM SO HERE FOR IT

Tokyo Ghoul as history of japan

Kaneki: “Can you maybe chill?”

Kaneki: “How about maybe you chill?

Touka: “Hi, dipshit

Shuu: Knock knock, get the door, it’s Tsukiyama.

Haise: Now the war is over and, congratulations, Haise. You technically fought in the war, which means you get to sit at the negotiating table with the big dudes, where they decided who owns what.

Hinami: …the cafe caught on fire and burned down. She was off somewhere doing poetry.

Saiko: “Open. The door. Stop having it be closed.” said the Quinx.

Seidou: Takizawa has been enjoying eating flesh and wants m̞͇̲̗̖̥͚̬o̬̹͖̜ͅr̞̫͚e̲̹͉̩

Naki: “That sucks.” “This sucks!

Ayato: Ayato started helping Hinami because they are ♫Good friends♫. And started not helping Kaneki because ♫their friends and our friends are not friends. Plus they’re planning on killing the ghoul community♫.

Arima: and then we downgraded to a FUCK TON did I say “downgrade”? I meant “upgrade.”

Suzuya: “♫~ How about I do, anyway?~♫

Shirazu: “And now I’m going to save my sister.” he said. And failed. And also died.

Hide: ♫bye♫

What she says: I’m okay

What she really means: How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar? The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father,got a lot farther by workin’ a lot harder by bein’ a lot smarter, by bein’ a self-starter, by fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter. And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up inside, he was longing for something to be a part of the brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter. Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned,our man saw his future drip, drippin’ down the drain. Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain,and he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain. Well the word got around, they said, “This kid is insane, man!” yook up a collection just to send him to the mainland“Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came, and the world’s gonna know your name! What’s your name, man?“ Alexander Hamilton, my name is Alexander Hamilton, and there’s a million things I haven’t done. But just you wait, just you wait. When he was ten, his father split, full of it, debt-ridden, two years later, see Alex and his mother, bed-ridden, half-dead, sittin’ in their own sick, the scent thick. And Alex got better but his mother went quick. Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide, left him with nothin’ but ruined pride, somethin’ new inside. A voice saying ”(Alex) you gotta fend for yourself" He started retreatin’ and readin’ every treatise on the shelf. There would’ve been nothin’ left to do for someone less astute, he would’ve been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution. Started workin’, clerkin’ for his late mother’s landlord, tradin’ sugar cane and rum and other things he can’t afford Scammin’ for every book he can get his hands on Plannin’ for the future, see him now as he stands on (oooh) the bow of a ship headed for a new land. In New York you can be a new man. In New York you can be a new man (Just you wait). In New York you can be a new man (Just you wait). In New York you can be a new man. In New York, New York. Just you wait!!! Alexander Hamilton, we are waitin’ in the wings for you. You could never back down, you never learned to take your time!!! Oh, Alexander Hamilton! When America sings for you, will they know what you overcame? Will they know you rewrote the game? The world will never be the same, oh! The ship is in the harbor now, see if you can spot him. Another immigrant comin’ up from the bottom. His enemies destroyed his rep, America forgot him. We fought with him. Me? I died for him. Me? I trusted him. Me? I loved him. And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him (shot him). There’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait! What’s your name man? ALEXANDER HAMILTON!!!!!!

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