Canon

My parents trying their best to not make me look bad infront of father's side of family:

Kakashi: Mi kids are doing great

Kakashi: Naruto is travelling the world with a sanin

Kakashi: Sakura is learning to fight like the Hokage

Kakashi: And Sasuke has joined a cult!

Kakashi:

Kakashi: As a high rank

I have a purple umbrella with floral patterns.

umbrellas I see around town, rated

Bottom Tier: Plain Black Umbrellas.

wow nice it's a depressing day already let's make it more depressing

Broken Umbrellas

YOU HAD ONE JOB, UMBRELLA. and if it's a broken black umbrella you might as well just let yourself get wet without a sad, broken clump of gloom in the way

Mediocre Tier: Promotional Umbrellas

listen the least capitalism can do for us is help us stay dry. you got that umbrella for free and I admire that

Basic Colours and Patterns

see that lady with the red umbrella? of course you do because she's not one of those losers with black umbrellas. that guy on the right has put his black umbrella down, defeated, that he cannot even be as cool as her, which is an extremely low bar

High Tier: Golf Umbrellas

now we're talking dual purpose: keeps you dry, and improvised weapon. you could seriously put somebody's eye out

Clear Umbrellas

at last I can see the top of your head. top of your head, my beloved.

Those Umbrellas That Got the Pattern on the Inside

you acknowledge that rainy days are gloomy, but you need to prioritize putting brightening colours and designs towards yourself. that's okay queen that's self-care

Top Tier Funky Umbrellas That Match Your Boots, Also You Should Deliberately Walk Through Every Puddle

I love you, I love rain, I love everything

Today I'd like to thank God for giving me 60 diamonds on "My Story".

14y/o me would be on cloud nine rn.

The feminine urge to go back in time and tell my mom to not marry my father.

I find this very funny for some reason.

I'm Indian but I have an American accent due to Hannah Montana.

ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

May I be able to earn enough money to move away from this place and afford a comfortable life. Amen.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Just because I love my country doesn't mean I don't hate the people who live here with every inch of my heart.

The girls who bullied me in school, the pick-me teacher who had a grudge against the girls in my class, the teacher who kicked me out of his class because I didn't turn on the ceiling fan, the prime minister, my father's side of family, and the men who sent r@pe threats to a Cricketer's five year old daughter after he didn't play well in IPL they all live in this country.

I could never say I love the people of this country when the scum of the earth live here.

As much as I'm a simp for Itachi Uchiha, I'm fully aware that I would have hated him if he was real.

If Itachi Uchiha were someone I knew in real life, he would be Barbie and I would be Raquelle.

If he were my classmate, I would absolutely HATE him.

I would absolutely despise him for being perfect. I would be so jealous of him because he would have everything that I want. I would see him as a guy with loving parents, good looks, a wealthy background, high social status, a good personality, great propriety, a good social life and someone who is admired by everyone. While I would just be a regular person with average grades, an emotionally absent father, mommy issues, iron deficiency, inferiority complex, unremarkable looks, permanent resting bitch face, no real friends, and someone that people tend to avoid or hate because of her hostile behaviour. Also, I'd be a middle-class girl who is unable to afford the clothes that fit her great fashion sense.

I would desperately try my best to outdo him and still fail. I can't outdo his amazing genetics so I would make an attempt at the sports that he plays, only to realize that my body isn't well nourished. I might even start being unnecessarily rude towards him if we happen to interact and he would've no idea why a classmate he barely knows holds such strong negative feelings towards him.

The only thing that gives me a chance at being better than him would be academics. I would study like crazy till the caffeine overdose puts me in the ER a week before an exam. I might even score more than him once and that would bring me great joy. I'd see it as a step towards my goal of being better than him and see that moment as an opportunity to rub it in his face. But while I'm silently celebrating my "victory", he would come up to me and congratulate me for it. That will be the moment when my happiness disappears, and I will truly understand where I stand. As I rudely turn away from him for the umpteenth time, I'll finally realize that I'll never be better than him.

He is perfect. Someone who has got it all, the perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect family and a perfect life. While I am just another one of his jealous ignoble haters, who is projecting her own problems onto him.

My report card graded more than A+ in all subjects will be shoved into a small pocket in my bag and will be forgotten then. And suddenly, the fruit of my hard work will no longer give me hope for a better life.

It's weird how fast the time passes. I was busy being... well, busy, and life went by me.

Summer nights. I never put together why I felt so nostalgic about this specific time of the year, even though it's not my favorite season. Now that I think of it, it has more to do with television and wattpad.

You see, growing up I wasn't allowed to go out of my house unless it was for school. So television became my only source of happiness. I was very drawn to cartoons and kid's shows, especially the one's from Japan. Shin Chan, Doraemon, Ryukendo, Beyblade, you name it. While I'm aware that it's supposed to be called anime, it's considered cartoon in my country because of it's dubbed version being widely known.

I lived in small towns for most of my life so this atmosphere was mostly peaceful. I would sit out near the grass before my bedtime to feel something. The chirping of crickets and the soft breeze eased my little heart that longed for friends. Not that it matters now, but not being able to interact with my friends during vacation made my feel like a frog in a well. A frog who knew how the life outside the well looked.

When I turned 12, I got a hand-me-down phone from my mother. I quickly opened a Facebook account to connect with my friends after school season ended. It didn't do much since my friends were busy hanging out with people, in-person. I was still a kid obsessed with a fictional character so I took quizzes online and eventually it led me to the world of fanfictions.

I swear to God the fanfictions back in the day were different. Those still has sex scenes but it was a result of several cute interactions and awkward sexual tension, not the dominant, angry alpha, arrogant ceo bullshit you see these days. Even the Alpha characters in old fanfictions used to be cold but empathetic, unlike the uncontrollable monsters of today. The old ones were only misunderstood to be monsters, the ones these days are actual monsters.

Anyways, it all led me to the peak era of wattpad (2014-2017). I became obsessed with fanfictions and read around 20000 words per day. I would've read more if my internet access wasn't limited. I would read it under the stars while sitting out near the garden or in my dimly lit room with my windows wide open.

I could go on about these forever but I won't. One thousand or more words aren't enough to share the impact of Japanese children’s shows and anime on my childhood and the longing for to relive the lonely but simple past every summer night.