Soraru: We didn’t reserve a place to release because we weren’t supposed to in the first place, but for some reason Mafumafu was like “Please release an album with me~”, so—
Mafumafu: Huh? That’s kinda weird…
Soraru: So we’re releasing one—
Mafumafu: That’s wrong, it’s wrong! Soraru-san was the one who said, “Want do a release? Together.” Like, “Let’s do it.” Right?!?! Like, saying “for some reason” about me—
Soraru: What—what the hell? What—what are you saying? What the hell is that story?
Mafumafu: *whispers* He’s always making up stories about me in his head…
Soraru: You’re just going with the flow—
Mafumafu: No, it’s true! Really! Really. From that time, uh, around the 20th…at noon…in Tokyo…
Soraru: When was—
Mafumafu: Around the 20th! At noon! In Tokyo!
Soraru: When was this?
Mafumafu: When we were looking for a taxi…
Soraru: Eh? Wasn’t it you who just suddenly—
Soraru: —that was the sort of feeling, right—
Mafumafu: Eh?? Are you still asleep? Ehhhh?? Are you still dreaming—
Soraru: Anyway, thank you for coming to listen, everyone.
Mafumafu: Thank you for coming to listen! Thank you for supporting us! Thank you!!
I really tried making this tutorial (I aM SO HORRIBLE AT MAKING TUTORIAL SO PLEASE DON’T ASK ME TO MAKE ONE FOR YOU LMAO….*turns head*)
I’ve been getting a lot of messages on how to paint w/gouache…so here’s a step by step process on how I paint gouache. You can find what kind of brands I use on my about me page (you just need to scroll down and you’ll find it)
Also for the palette I use. I highly recommend this palette! Why? Because you can save your gouache (or acrylics)…and the special palette paper absorbs the water from the sponge (and it lasts pretty long…like about five weeks?)
If you have any questions, please message me lol……
“I CANT BREATHE” i typed as i breathed
Day 1176 - 2 March 2014
I love his NEET smile expressions in the manga ok
there’s a difference between talking back and defending myself thank you
Who’d take my hand?
I want to show you something that you’ve never seen
Look at me so,
It breaks my heart so many times.
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Happy International Women’s Day
IM CRYING IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS
I teared up. You got me.
Awww. That was beautiful, and important.