Hatsune Miku ; Vocaloid ☆ SEGA

Yo Kagurabachi is tight as fuck man this is real meathead battle shounen

Testament art pile I have so far  🥰🥰 🥰🥰

Almost done reading The Rise of Kyoshi and I've really loved it so far. Being a lover of ATLAs world seeing it further expanded on and especially learning more about the history of the four nations (mostly the earth nation in this book) is enough to keep me reading on their own, but the characters are also all very good. I think Kyoshi herself has quickly become my favorite character in this seriws and watching her work through her lack of self-worth and fear among other things was hella engaging. Her character has totally pulled me in, not to mention she's just cool as FUCK (and a lil silly). Also, this lesbian romance is life changing.

Happy birthday to Testament Guilty Gear .. !

Nahh I was all hyped for this nigga to show up again n he got fried instantly by Neku who pulled up with naught but a 387 dmg rapid tap pin. Sho Fraudnamimoto not built for this like I thought he was

Random nameless faceless neo twewy bisexual girl I will never forget u

testament from guilty gear i guess idk it was a twitter request omg

I'm not entirely sure how to describe my mental state as things are now. From a rational point I've internalized that hope is a fundamental need for survival, that life is never truly over until you've breathed your last no matter how suffocating or excruciating your current life situation is. That life is what you make of it, and each individual has the freedom to determine their own purposre. Yet, I still cant help but feel just so hopeless and depressed all the time. Beyond a shadow of a doubt I know a future where seeing the body I was born with doesn't make me want to cry is one I can achieve. That a life outside of my current overbearing loneliness and isolation can be mine, and that living a lie to preserve my few existing close relationships is a temporary situation I can be freed of eventually. Yet I cant escape perpetual hopelessness and irrational anxiety. I simultaneously feel confident in my potential yet disgusted in my reality, never wanting to end my life yet hating to live.

There's no real point to this rambling, im not gonna bother proofreading for errors or any of that. I'm venting to the void for myself more than anything. I still lack a healthy means to process my emotions relying on endlessly drowning thoughts out with distractions. Books, comics, games, martial arts, anything that can suppress the misery with momentary pockets of happiness. Maybe all of us need escapes to survive, or maybe I'm projecting to feel less alone.

All in attendance please stand for the transgender national anthem

Some of yall are more like Beat than u think