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ammorfati · 20 days
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Dungeon Meshi - Kabru's Messy room
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ammorfati · 20 days
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making art is so fucking hard. wheres that defunctland quote
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ammorfati · 22 days
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dungeon meshi but they end up in the back rooms, a cursed idea that was eating away at my brain
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ammorfati · 23 days
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I am by far the first person to point this out but. The dynamic ever
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ammorfati · 23 days
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friends asked me to make this and i couldn't say no.
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ammorfati · 26 days
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silly silly linguists!
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ammorfati · 29 days
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see the pros of me being disconnected from my irls are, well, i could get way happier. the cons would be, i would be missing out so much, and i won't realize it now. i would come to realize it years, years later when everything is said and done and i can do nothing to turn back time.
if ignorance is a bliss, then maybe bliss is a vicious curse.
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ammorfati · 29 days
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some ramys
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ammorfati · 29 days
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sigh. i'm not even in my 20s yet and i already feel like a complete failure. lol
when will all of this end
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ammorfati · 29 days
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my brother's keeper (poem from here)
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ammorfati · 29 days
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babel doodles
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ammorfati · 29 days
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i love doing humanities research... i wish the world weren't so capitalistic... i wish my parents were some oil millionaires so i could study any fuckass subject i want (jk) (hj actually)
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ammorfati · 30 days
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by Meg Lemieur
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ammorfati · 30 days
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i find it really jarring how my easy my mind switches from one extreme end of a spectrum to the other end. one second it’d go, ‘God, please end this all, take me, i can’t handle anything anymore,’ yet after a good matcha and an hour of reading under the harsh white lights at my go-to convenience store, weird as it may sound, i started to think that maybe life is worth living after all.
tomorrow i will go back to square one; that i’m certain of. there’s a considerable chance i will wake up with my worst thoughts yet again occupying my mind, end up crying for hours and hours—begging God to please, just take me away—but like clockwork, after enough time has passed (or enough silly little treats has been eaten), i, yet again, would turn out fine.
and maybe the day after that, i will cry for five minutes less.
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ammorfati · 30 days
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good luck, me!
inside me there are two wolves: one is screaming 'I TOLD YOU SO!' on top of its lungs to the other, and the other is, well, on the receiving end, met face-to-face with reality.
in another life, i would be in a karaoke room with my girlfriend, singing this song and laughing until we can’t see because our eyes are scrunched too tightly from how wide we’re smiling.  in this universe, though, where i’m not granted with that luxury, i’ll have to be content with singing this inside my own room, dancing unabashedly and visioning her in front of me, matching my steps and looking at me like i hung all the stars in the sky.
i have moved on, yes, but if the world were kinder, i wouldn’t have budged in the first place.
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