None of this means anything to me but being able to read the lines is funny in concept so I'm screenshotting it just in case someone else wants to look at it. Also the fact that he gets warnings towards the end there cracks me up (this is the screen while Fyodor is setting up the elevator to flood in Meursault)
Wow this reminds me of Chuuya
"For once in your life, I’d actually like you to get mad. To say that no, it’s not okay. That you were hurt, and that you want retribution. To prove to me that you are human, and that you feel pain too. Because, right now... you are simply much too perfect."
I was today years old when I realized...
There's a label on the knob. You don't have to randomly turn it and spray it, hoping it's the right one. I feel stupid.
Feel free to print and distribute this image
Might as well get this done in one go.
Finished Chapter one of my fanfiction I am Dazai.
It's about an unknown person who transmigrates into the 14 year old body of Dazai the day he met Mori. And they have knowledge of the future. Their goal? Get Dazai and Chuuya together before the show ends.
Read and find out if the succeed!
happy new year. may we see a free palestine in 2025
Hot take: The pre-game selves of the Danganronpa V3 characters act exactly the same as the do in the game. It was their memories that changed not their personalities. Shuichi and Kaede act the exact same during the prologue before and after their memories were altered.
Hello, where have you been, man or woman? I wanted to tell you that you are now reading this post, either at work, on your break, or with your family, having a good time. I don’t know, but what I want you to know is that I am now writing this post after I was (forced) to flee. Focus on my words. I was forced, under the intensity of the aerial and artillery bombardment, to flee from my home to another place. Why? (Just to search for safety). Imagine, just to stay safe. This will not end here, and I am also suffering from a lack of food and water. This is our life. It is truly difficult. What I am going through cannot be described, but rather lived. I mean in my words that no matter how much I write, say, document, or take videos and photos, it will not be enough to describe our situation. Therefore, my friend, I ask you to donate to me if you can, and if you cannot, and I truly appreciate everyone’s circumstances, just share. Maybe someone else who has the ability to donate will see this post and donate, so please donate.