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Chinese New Year is coming soon! As part of my preparation for this important holiday, I spent the entire day cleaning my room so I thought I’d share some photos with you.

I’ve been collecting manga ever since I was nine years old. The first title I ever bought was Magic Kaito and I have a complete collection of Eyeshield 21 volumes. Did I ever tell you I love Hiruma Yoichi? I DO. I LOVE HIM. VERY MUCH. HAJSKDHAKDHKAAHDAJDJASDALJ

I’m also planning to collect the One Piece volumes. HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU I LOVE TRAFALGAR LAW? YES I LOVE HIM TOO HAJKSDHAKDHAKHDKASL

Ahem.

Anyway, on to other parts of my room… Half of the figures, posters, and other trinkets and decorations on my table and walls are given to me by friends. It feels so good being surrounded by walls of love! ❤ ❤ ❤

i JUST i’m sorry and this is VERY PERSONAL so maybe consider not reblogging it or using it as an excuse to harass me for three months idk but i’ve been raped multiple times, i’ve been told by medical professionals that it was my own fault, i’ve struggled for months to figure out health issues because my doctors refuse to acknowledge that i might understand my own body, i’ve watched my friends go through the same things over and over and over, my feminism DOES involve my vagina because it’s been made an axis of pain and suffering by people who hate me for it, and i refuse to apologize for that but if you’re a woman who doesn’t have the same parts as me for whatever reason cool, great, there is room for you beside me and we have time to share our experiences because we will be working together for a LONG TIME

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.