Apparently, when my neighbor’s 3-year-old daughter found out that I’m a manga artist, she said with a sparkle in her eyes, “I wonder if she draws princesses and stuff?” Sorry little girl, I only draw grubby old men.
i dont trust people who are organised enough to balance a fuck ton of school stuff on top of a normal life because you know who else could do that??? fucking light yagami
How I wanted the first lines of my story to be: serious, poetic, something to look back on and slap your forehead at because of the hidden foreshadowing
this one time during freshie year I saw my classmate putting his things, yet again, into his friend’s bag and I was like “dude why dont u bring your own bag” and he was like “this is my bag??”
on that day I found out they came from the same town, went to the same HS, currently had the same classes, and shared the same dorm room, all because I asked him why he never brings anything to school – they also, apparently, thought why the fuck not share the same backpack too