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This site will be genuinely useless for you and the human race, so you know what to do next.
I am an exceptionally ordinary procrastinator with the urge to explode 9¾ times per day. I will not surprise if this site turned out to be another abandoned web junk for I've had them enough in my pocket way before you'll ever find a way to acknowledge me. I am a confused kid who dares herself to heal. I am currently working as part time muggle. When I hit the make-new-blog button, all I was thinking about is how I love the feeling of getting new stuff. Like my brand new 3 inches thick novel or my new pair of shoes, I like the feeling this new born site gave me.
Now please excuse me for I have four classes I should attend tomorrow (technically today but I haven't fallen asleep so today hasn't ended yet) and I haven't even rested my shoulders from today's activity (technically yesterday oh whatever).

I am currently listening to an extraordinary wonderful song called 'This Isn't the End' at this very moment. I wish I won't fall asleep sad and will wake up sober.

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Loving Like an Existentialist by Savannah Brown

There are many theories as to how we came to be I’m not sure which one I believe. Did we appear as dually flickering lights above the hazy skyline— fluttering, distant, choking on a stifling fog First, solitary decades of life as a lukewarm utterance whispering, “Oh what is this emptiness?” Hybrid gesturing suggesting half isn’t missing, but whole. But someday, when beacons collide, not coincidence but prophecy, wrenching claims of meant to be The sparks erupt, in ultraviolet chaos—volcanic, raging, a mighty wallop of color and sound, a shattering cry of belonging splitting time itself. I don’t think so. I don’t think I was born to love anyone except myself, but even that, some days, I’m not sure is true. I don’t think our initials are carved into anything immortal. Let alone battered into the very cosmos The air didn’t—lock into place upon out arrival, awaiting the moment our silhouettes would one day fill the empty space I

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Anime Review: Chihayafuru (not a pro review so go away)

((May contain spoiler so go away)) (( disclaimer: I don't own the pictures)) (((I'm just a fan okay so shut it))) I feel bad being this rude not to write more detailed information about this anime (too bad this is not goodreads hiksu). I mean you can always find them in Wikipedia right. But I will do give brief (the super subjective ones) information due to my respect towards the authors. orz　 Title : Chihayafuru ( ちはやふる). It has no literal meaning so you have to watch it til the very end to understand it hahaa. Author + Illustrator [manga] : Yuki Suetsugu. You can check out the rest writers and directors of the anime on Wiki-san. Genre : Drama, romance, and sports (karuta)---says the Wiki-san (which I don't quite agree). As for me, Chihayafuru has sports (kaaaruta bakkari lol), slight drama especially on the karuta match (I mean a sport anime without drama is like watching a regular match right), and friendship genre. Chihaya makes this anime becomes

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