Kobocha here! Welcome to my Junkbox!
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This is my little corner for collecting a myriad of things I like or that amuse me! (Mostly fandom-related or silly things.)
I've created tags for the things I post the most of, so feel free to have a look if you're seeking something specific! (I recommend "Tags" and NOT "All Tags", btw...that is a mess I...might sort out...eventually...)
I love fan art and all you silly Tumblr folks~ <3 ~(-w-~)
Thanks for dropping by! <3
Feel free to ask me something if you feel so inclined! <3
- Dagger: Why did you come with me?
- Zidane: Hey, that's Ipsen's line.
- Dagger: Ipsen? Who's that?
- Zidane: Ipsen is a character from a play, but he's a real-life adventurer. I think the play is based on his adventures. It kind of goes like this...
- Zidane: Ipsen and his good friend Colin worked at a tavern in Treno. One Day, Ipsen got a letter. The letter was so wet from rain that most of the writing was illegible. The only part he could read said, "Come back home." Nowadays, we have airships and stuff, but back then, it was really hard to travel. He didn't know why he had to go back, but he got some time off, gathered his things, and set out on his journey home. He walked a thousand leagues through the Mist. Sometimes he was attacked by vicious monsters, but he made it, because his friend Colin was by his side. And then, after much time on the road... He had to ask Colin something. "Why did you come with me?"
- Dagger: And? What was Colin's answer?
- Zidane: Only because I wanted to go with you.
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(via sweetsweetsorrow)
My dear,
I don’t know what to do today, help me decide.
Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me afterall.
Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage.
Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but?
Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?
Falsely yours,
— Albert Camus (via broosheid)(via wuling09)
rrgb:
sometimes i worry that i shall marry the first man i see with go nagai sideburns
My mind wants wings.
I cannot bear
Their bickerings. — E.Y. Harburg (via birthsurvivor)
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(via shutupstilinski)
I like sleeping because it’s like being dead without the commitment.
(via princelypaws)
