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personal blog. mainly snk/eruri/tokyo ghoul + really bad puns; you have been warned. high school senior. feel free to chat me up, but note that anon is for cuties and not haters.

komlin:

komlin:

ok but consider this: erwin as eames and levi as arthur

erwin demonstrating what a kick is by nudging levi’s seat

erwin telling levi to “dream a little bigger, darling”

LEVI SAYING “GO TO SLEEP, MR. SMITH”

oh god pls I need some tight-ass Levi getting stressed out over planning the operation while Erwin’s cracking bad jokes or eyeing his ass from across the room. LAUGHS @ MR. SMITH KINK PLS… PLS MY WEAKNESS. no and that scene where eames takes a big gun and gets rid of a projection for sake of efficiency? yeah. big gun erwin. SNORTS can u imagine if Erwin was architect and in every operation they do together there’d be a hidden message somewhere for Levi. like maybe it’s something stupid like Levi pulling out a paper towel in a public restroom. and on the paper towel there’s this badly drawn doodle of a dick from yours truly Mr. Smith.AHAHAHAHHHH KILL ME WHAT R THESE TAGS. (via the-lone-sky)

#ERWIN WOULD and one day levi gets fed up #and shoves that paper towel with a drawing of a small d on there #and he’s like ‘stop drawing ur proportionally accurate dick on everything’ #erwin’s mortified like ‘i tOLD YOU TO DREAM BIGGER’#WHAT IF THOSE DICK DRAWINGS ARE LEVI’S secondary totem #like if he and erwin are working together and he loses sight of reality #then he’d just look at the paper towel like oop there’s the dick #guess im dreaming after all thank u erwin (via komlin)

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Aug 20, 2014

I worry about if I’m going to be 30 years old and still have feelings for 16 year old anime characters this is a serious concern

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Aug 20, 2014

He is taking a course on Marxist ideology.
He says, “The only real solution is to smash the system and start again.”
His thumb is caressing the most bourgeois copy of the communist manifesto that I have ever seen,
He bought it at Barnes and Noble for twenty-nine U.S. American dollars and ninety-nine cents,
Its hard cover shows a dark man with a scarved face
Waving a gigantic red flag against a fictional smoky background.
The matte finish is fucking gorgeous.
He wants to be congratulated for paying Harvard sixty thousand dollars
To teach him that the system is unfair.
He pulls his iPhone from his imported Marino wool jacket, and leaves.

What people can’t possibly tell from the footage on TV
Is that the water cannon feels like getting whipped with a burning switch.
Where I come from, they fill it with sewer water and hope that they get you in the face with your mouth open
So that the hepatitis will keep you in bed for the next protest.
What you can’t tell from Harvard square,
Is that when the tear gas bursts from nowhere to everywhere all at once,
It scrapes your insides like barbed wire, sawing at your lungs.
Tear gas is such a benign term for it,
If you have never breathed it in you would think it was a nostalgic experience.
What you can’t learn at Barnes and Noble,
Is that when they rush you, survival is to run,
I am never as fast as when the police are chasing me.
I know what happens to women in the holding cells down there and yet…
We still do it.

I inherited my communist manifesto,
It has no cover—
Because my mother ripped it off when she hid it in the dust jacket of “Don Quixote”
The day before the soldiers destroyed her apartment,
Looking for subversive propaganda.
She burned the cover, could not bring herself to burn the pages,
Hoped to God the soldiers couldn’t read,
They never found it.
So she was not killed for it, but her body bore the scars of the torture chamber,
For wanting her children to have a better life than she did,
Don’t talk to me about revolution.

I know what the price of smashing the system really is, my people already tried that.
The price of uprise is paid in blood,
And not Harvard blood.
The blood that ran through the streets of Santiago,
The blood thrown alive from Argentine helicopters into the Atlantic.

It is easy to say “revolution” from the comfort of a New England library.

It is easy to offer flesh to the cause,
When it is not yours to give.


Catalina Ferro, “Manifesto” (via dialecticsof)

I feel like people do need to remember that there is a very real, very painful, very human element to the word “revolution”.

(via nuanced-subversion)

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Aug 20, 2014

Reborn! Poster Giveaway~!

redeyeswhiteliger:

Thanks so much for 200 followers~! To celebrate, I’ll be doing a Reborn poster giveaway~!

I’ll be choosing 5 winners randomly through a number generator and the winners can choose their prizes accordingly:
1st place - 3 normal posters OR 1 large and 1 normal
2nd and 3rd place - 2 normal posters OR 1 large poster
4th and 5th place - 1 normal poster

Set A:
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Set B:
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Set C:
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Set D:
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Set E:
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Large Posters available:
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~Since my blog is Xanxus and Varia related, followers I recognize who win will also receive Varia related items including the chosen posters. (Varia items are limited sorry >.<)~

Rules:
- Only reblogs will be counted into the drawing but you can do so as many times as you want (please do not spam your followers)
- You don’t have to follow but if you’re interested in my blog, feel free to do so~!
- Winners will be contacted within a day or two after the end date, so please keep your inbox/ask box open.
-Winners must be willing to provide an address for their prize(s) to be shipped.

Giveaway ends on August 31st at midnight, Pacific Standard Time.

Thank you so much for your continued support! <3

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Aug 20, 2014

XQ.