Fuck. Respectability. Politics.
a bit of blue sky and sunshine
I CAN’T HANDLE THESE TWOOOOO
That thing Makoto did with his mouth
and then Haruka’s frown!!!!
THEY ARE ANGRY!! THEY ARE FRUSTRATED AND ANGRY!!!
FOR THE LOVE OF WATER JUST TALK!!! YOU’RE KILLING MEEEE!!!!
I’m reblogging this again because I wanted to…
When Charlotte Brontë was thirteen and her brother, Branwell, was twelve, they designed and wrote a series of tiny books: “Measuring less than one inch by two inches, the books were made from scraps of paper and constructed by hand. Despite their diminutive size, the books contained big adventures, written in ink in careful script.”
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KISS ME BAB
Nagisa: Mako-chan, you started helping out at Goro-chan’s place yesterday?
Kisumi: Wow, this takes me back to middle school! After Rin left to study abroad, Haru—you seemed really down! Aww, c’mon, don’t be angry!
Haru: You should do things your own way.
Makoto: Kisumi, you went to the same elementary school as Rin, didn’t you?
Kisumi: Yup yup, and Sousuke too!
Makoto: Yeah, you’re right. I’ll give it a shot!