tfw you’re an Evil Tome
Evil Tome Thursday
I am alone. I don’t need any comrades, they’re not worth it. I end up worrying about things I shouldn’t. They say humans are social animals, they can’t live alone. But you can live pretty well by yourself. I tell you, instead of feeling alone in a group, it’s better to have real solitude all by yourself.
Cowboy Bebop (1998-1999) dir. Shinichiro Watanabe
My car won’t let me plug in an mp3 player, so in order to listen to “Welcome To Night Vale” while traveling I have to burn episodes to CDs. A bunch of empty CD cases rattling around isn’t exactly aesthetically pleasing, so I designed these covers. If you have three episodes per disc, these covers are enough for every episode thus far (that’s 33 of them). Feel free to use them yourself!
Amber Valletta by Jean-Baptiste Mondino, 1996
In the light of your forgiveness let me open up to you
And I will let you see the war inside of me
lose your ribbon-garter in the street for your beloved to find
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is anyone else startled whenever someone casually says your name at the end of a sentence?? like “that was really insightful of you ___” or “thank you for helping me ___” because it’s like: i exist to you??? you associate a name with my presence??? you think of me??? i’m going insane
