What separates Eren Jaegar from the usual “Angry, Excited Shonen Protag” is the fact that Eren is a murderous, raging psychopath.
how does one tell a boy that one likes him
I am a boy and have a foolproof plan for this:
- text them and start playing one of those 20q games
- if they start being a dodgy fella drop em
- if they ask “You like anyone?”
reply Yeah, you.
- If they give you a negative reply sayin they dont like you back then just correct yourself to “*Yeah, you?”
dude that is genius
slow clappin’ it out.
nocturne no. 1, op. 48 in c minor
305 plays | Chopin
in my opinion this is the most heartrending piece chopin ever composed. there’s something about the beginning that literally makes it sound like someone’s voice sobbing instead of a piano. and then when it moves to the major key it becomes beautiful and uplifting, like a ray of hope, only to have the sentiment dramatically destroyed by sharp double octaves that sound like gunfire, leading back to the initial melody but this time it’s violent and desperate. and the ending… the sustained note near the end before the final chord makes it seem almost unfinished, like he couldn’t add anything else out of grief. I could go on for hours about this.
attack on titan
attack on my life
the shortest + the tallest
Do we really have to take this?
A friend of mine was moving from her apartment. She asked me to look after some of her things. I agreed and not too long after she asked if her daughter Frances can come pick it up. I agreed and she came over with her boyfriend, who was also the father of her baby. I helped them carry the stuff down to the car, and during the whole visit exchanged possibly 10 words.
Next day I received these texts. I had to created a fiancee I didn’t really have in order for him to stop.
I never told my friend what her daughter’s boyfriend did. Now they are expecting a second child, so as you all see, there was no break up.
So Do we women really have to take this kind of attitude?
Do we have to invent things and people in order to be left alone.
I don’t want to have my titties banged.
I am not an easy lay.
I don’t deserve this.
Why do I go from being called “cute” “smart” and “pretty” in the beginning of the conversation, to “fatty” “bitch” and “ugly” in the end?
Reblog if you are against sexual harassment.
how do people like this actually exist what the fuck
Umineko summed up in one picture
テラリウム by 雨川れい