10 GIFs per episode (Nagi no Asukara) : Episode 26, ”The Color Of The Sea. The Color Of The Land. The Color Of The Wind. The Color Of The Heart. The Color Of You. ~Earth color of a calm~”"Love is from the sea. It’s soft and gentle, but also rough and painful. Even so, the sea is always kind. Love is like the sea.”
Cosplay by Aspen of White Rabbit Cosplay and Photography.
Perhaps it would be someone else’s dream to be whisked away from studying to go shopping. Not going to lie, it definitely was one of the last things I wanted to do today. Psychology revision only lasted about half an hour before my cousin suggesed we go out and spend time in the sun. Which was quite kind on her part, I think. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was trying to study; especially considering how bad a time she chose to visit us, what with exam stress running from all sides of the house.
I bought books and the sibling and cousin bought shoes and I can’t help but think that I shouldn’t be buying books whilst I’m meant to be studying all the time. To add insult to the growing injury of my revisoon schedule, I cam home and fell asleep. Maybe I really am anemic. Definitely need to check that out. (I don’t remember when I first started feeling this tired all the time, but it probably started at the same time as the headaches. Both of which are ruining me.)
There are tears leaking from my right eye. Clearly, some part about me is oh so very sad. I wonder which part.
Anime vs. Live Action | Colossal Titan & Smiley Titan |
the important titans cuz no one cares about the lil fat one
Some quick environment studies based on Doctor Who screencaps
How is it that no matter how much or little I sleep, or at least spend resting, I am still so totally exhausted that the prospect of being awake any longer is enough to break me? Three days into these holidays and I have yet to buckle down and do something substantial because I am this tired. Always tired. My cousin thinks I’m anemic, and that I should get a blood test down.
The parent, the sibling, the cousin, and I all went to this funfair/theme park thing that comes around each year. She always seems to be here when the funfair comes back. (That it changed its name from thunderpark to funderpark hurts me deeply.)
What I’ve learnt about myself in the last couple of years is that, even if I feel sick, I will try any major ride at least once. The worst thing that’ll happen is that I’ll fall out and die. Somehow, to me, that thought is sobering enough to let me enjoy them. I especially like the rides where we’re so high in the sky that you can see everything. The faster, more spinning rides aren’t great for me, however. It feels like each one of my organs are suddenly pressed uo against each other, and any nudge of the side will have the skin split open until I’m just a bloody case with entrails sprawled about me. (And sometimes, air whips so fast by my face that I’m no longer able to suck it in.)
The one person I saw there and knew was working on one of the rides, and was clearly reluctant to acknowledge my waves. Perhaps this had something to do with an instance a few years ago, where I think he messaged me and I forgot to reply before the gap seemed deliberate. (It must be hard to be nice to me for how little I reply to messages. I apologise loudly and profusely.)
What I love is catching workers acting unprofessional when they are meant to be the opposite. My cousin and I walked into a shop earlier, and I saw one of the till workers bouncing up and quickly ducking down behind the counter. Warranted, the shop was practically empty whilst we were in there, but he seemed so bashful at my catching him that I couldn’t help but laugh.