“Cool means being able to hang with yourself. All you have to ask yourself is “Is there anybody I’m afraid of? Is there anybody who if I walked into a room and saw, I’d get nervous?” If not, then you’re cool.”
Bowie and Rickman, both 69, both beaten by cancer and both legends in their own right. There’s one hell of an odd, crazy fucking party going on upstairs right now. RIP Alan Rickman.
I truly don’t know what it is, I can spend hours reblogging pictures of stuff and talking about whatever but it’s so hard for me to text back or reply to messages like I’m such a lazy communicator unless it’s me shouting into the void
Aries: the tiny masculine character with a really deep voice that doesn’t really fit but somehow works
Taurus: the tsundere
Gemini: the angry little protagonist boy who gets mixed up in a bunch of paranormal stuff he wanted nothing to do with
Cancer: the kouhai
Leo: the dead white haired boy
Virgo: the big boobed one
Libra: the dandere
Scorpio: the other female character that doesn’t have enormous boobs but makes up for it in fighting ability or something
Sagittarius: the senpai
Capricorn: the guy with glasses that somehow knows everything when convenient
Aquarius: the magical girl mascot
Pisces: the magical girl protagonist
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