there he goes
My mom told me to get my PVC figures because she wants an anime tree this year, so I got my Evangelion and Madoka and Steins Gate and Fate and Monogatari ones!!! (although she’s only familiar with the first three…) She was very excited to put Homura on.
She told my dad it was really funny because Kyubey wants to destroy just about everybody on this tree.
Truly, a Christmas miracle.
This is a real medical condition known as Gan’s Syndrome, an ocular retinoblastoma occurring in 0.0004% of the total retinoblastoma cases. Ruptured blood vessels create often symmetrical, or at least fractal patterns and though the eye can see, visual acuity is lowered. It can be treated but never cured, though most suffering with the condition live normal lives. Gan’s Syndrome was founded by Dr. Sharon Gan.
wow, so spine chillingly beautiful. Sometimes nature is so beautiful even if it’s hindering a person’s life.
sadly yet again another fake post
A quick google and you can see nothing by this name exists.
no its real my cousin sasuke has this
This is totally real my brother Obito has it too.
Me wen am hight
Me when I realize that I killed nearly everyone in the entire world and fused their souls into a bleeding radioactive sphere, nobody trusts me, everyone wants to use me for their own purposes or wants me dead, and the girl I tried to protect by accidentally bringing about near-apocalypse is dead, and I’ve been trying to fuck her clone, which is a clone of a clone of my dead mom whose soul is residing in the giant bio-mechanical angelic death machine that I used to kill everyone, and I just wanna go back and play gay piano with my alien boyfriend, but I missed the recital and he’s probably disappointed because I’m high.
what the FUCK is evangelion
These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.
And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.
Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.