Fixed. Wise fwom yo gwave
He never sleeps. He never dies.
Battle doesn't need a purpose; the battle is its own purpose. You don't ask why a plague spreads or a field burns. Don't ask why I fight.
I find it not very surprising that my store in this nowhere town still has "my bae" mugs leftover from v-day.... Had to explain it to my co-worker the other day.
#OwO#
who gives seriosly gives a mug with "my bae" to their girlfriend?
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Come explore the White Library, and reach the bottom of this Abyss
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Shockingly, the world doesn't consist entirely of people with girlfriends.
here is a list of my servant sheets(new and improved format for my servant sheets)
Come explore the White Library, and reach the bottom of this Abyss
Fate / White Memoria
here is a list of my servant sheets(new and improved format for my servant sheets)
Come explore the White Library, and reach the bottom of this Abyss
Fate / White Memoria
was out of town the other day. along the drainage channels that run perpendicular across the coastal plain. a seasonal canal hemmed in by two tall embankments which cut through unproductive cleared wetlands. can't grow anything, can't graze anything - useless for everything but rainfall capture. the land is nominally owned but there is nothing there. were it not for the main coastal road off in the far distance behind trees there would be no sound either. (a farm gate a few kilometres away and deeper inland displays a sign: ON THIS SPOT IN 1881, NOTHING HAPPENED. pastoralists have a certain sense of perspective) the top of the embankment is sandy and scored by weeds, thick dry grasses and wild melons. was up there and found a dead bird. magpie. unclear what had killed it, if anything, but it had been dead for a while. ants had stripped it to the bones, from the talons inward. what was left must have weighed barely two hundred grams. beak and head tucked in very neatly, little bundle of feathers. very clean, without even the smell of decay. just sitting idle on the sand between tufts of grass, waiting for the last and toughest remnants of the flesh to be eaten away so that the feathers could be scattered by a passing breeze. out across the wetlands. compared to this i imagine most people die in quite ugly, miserable ways - all viscera and phlegm. guts and foreign apparatuses. lots of ways to be cut down in the terrified flight from the grave. in the past to die gracefully was considered exceptional, leaving an inviolate corpse the mark of sainthood. dying half as well as that magpie would make you - perhaps not a saint - but at least, one of the lucky ones.
so i kicked it into the river. fuck magpies
かん汗ぎゅう牛じゅう充とう棟
Expresses the exceeding size of one's library.
Books are extremely many, loaded on an oxcart the ox will sweat.
At home piled to the ridgepole of the house, from this meaning.
Read out as 「Ushi ni ase shi, munagi ni mitsu.」
Source: 柳宗元「其為書,處則充棟宇,出則汗牛馬。」— Tang Dynasty
Tell us a story, Snow.
He never sleeps. He never dies.
Battle doesn't need a purpose; the battle is its own purpose. You don't ask why a plague spreads or a field burns. Don't ask why I fight.
I don't have any scary ones thankfully. But I just found this podcast today and it's really good.
she could honestly have thought you are cute
the gods know that i conquested my girlfriend by being kinda of socialy awkward
here is a list of my servant sheets(new and improved format for my servant sheets)
Come explore the White Library, and reach the bottom of this Abyss
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I doubt she did though!
Personally I have only one emotion and it's schadenfreude.
a true story she just reminded me of, my girlfriend actualy thought i was mute for all the first week of college before we talk for the first time
here is a list of my servant sheets(new and improved format for my servant sheets)
Come explore the White Library, and reach the bottom of this Abyss
Fate / White Memoria