Christopher Columbus found America using a GPS.
Once upon a time in a /co/ drawthread, I asked for Spiderman swinging on a web holding Yamame Kurodani (who is, in fanart, sometimes portrayed as doing the same thing) with her telling him “I’m your biggest fan!” This was the result.
spidergirl
fucking
yes
I used to make all sorts of dumb mistakes.
I used to excel in school and various competitions.
I used to have friends.
One died in a hospital bed just a month after we had met.
Two others, I have not seen in almost 9 years. We did the sort of stupid stuff that children typically did.
Once, while I was going through a period where I needed some ‘therapy’. I was almost completely removed from social interactions. I did not show myself in public, and I was held like a captive among those like me. I made a friend there. I managed to leave that place. Although, from what I’ve gathered, that one friend is still stuck there in that horrible place. The unkempt place where the bathrooms were falling apart, everything was hastily constructed, there were all sorts of holes in walls caused by people punching or kicking through them.
And another set of friends, who, admittedly, were kind of annoying, even if they were the only people who could tolerate me.
And now I live someplace where I will never be able to know the fate of any of these people. I’ve turned into a recluse now. I am unfamiliar with the customs here, unfamiliar with the people, unfamiliar with the geography. I can barely find my way around the place.
I’m lost.
I have no social skills. Several times, I’ve collapsed onto the ground in public and bawled like a lost child, usually for no reason at all, even though I’m at an age where that isn’t expected of me.
I’ve often lashed out at my ‘friends’. Needless to say, even if they hadn’t died or disappeared, I wouldn’t have kept them for long. Even today, I mistakenly upset some of the people I know online.
Even in kindergarten, I would hide from the teacher and the other children out of fear.
Now everybody brands me as a coward, a baby, a monster, a lunatic, a liar, two-faced, a brute, a retard, and more.
I miss the way things used to be.
Don’t believe this. My son is four and has curly hair. No way- he’s no where close to puberty. Ha! Claim dismissed.
Sounds like your son is displaying early signs of puberty, he should begin menstruating by the time he’s 7 and you’ll be lucky if he isn’t pregnant by 9.
Whoever came up with this is an idiot and obviously has nothing better to do. Here’s a hint… GET A LIFE. No one cares to get put down by dumb asses like you anyways.
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hokai time to do this one again.
I am a Nekomata.
My best friend is Fujiwara no Mokou.
Shou Toramaru hates me.
My first kiss is Shinki.
Layla Prismriver -had- a crush on me. She’s dead.
I’m married to Rinnosuke Morichika (GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY)
We have a honeymoon at the Hakurei Shrine.
We have 4 children (WHAT)
Thankfully, Byakuren Hijiri saves me from Rinnosuke.
On life’s constant little limitations
Calvin: You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help.
On expectations
Calvin: Everybody seeks happiness! Not me, though! That’s the difference between me and the rest of the world. Happiness isn’t good enough for me! I demand euphoria!
On why we are scared of the dark
Calvin: I think night time is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction.
On the unspoken truth behind the education system
Calvin: As you can see, I have memorized this utterly useless piece of information long enough to pass a test question. I now intend to forget it forever. You’ve taught me nothing except how to cynically manipulate the system. Congratulations.
On the cruel reality of commercial art
Hobbes: Van Gogh would’ve sold more than one painting if he’d put tigers in them.
On the tragedy of hipsters
Calvin: The world bores you when you’re cool.
On the tears of a clown
Calvin: Isn’t it strange that evolution would give us a sense of humour? When you think about it, it’s weird that we have a physiological response to absurdity. We laugh at nonsense. We like it. We think it’s funny. Don’t you think it’s odd that we appreciate absurdity? Why would we develop that way? How does it benefit us?
Hobbes: I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t react to a lot of life.
Calvin: (after a long pause) I can’t tell if that’s funny or really scary.
On the falling of sparrows (or providence’s lack of a timetable)
Calvin: Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one.
On why winter is the cruellest of seasons
Calvin: Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.
On the gaping hole in contemporary art’s soul
Calvin: People always make the mistake of thinking art is created for them. But really, art is a private language for sophisticates to congratulate themselves on their superiority to the rest of the world. As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance.
On playing Frankenstein with words
Calvin: Verbing weirds language.
On realising God is more Woody Allen than Michael Bay
Calvin: They say the world is a stage. But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines.
Hobbes: Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
Calvin: We need more special effects and dance numbers.
On why ET is real
Calvin: Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.
On looking yourself in the mirror
Hobbes: So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they’re already met?
On the future
Calvin: Trick or treat!
Adult: Where’s your costume? What are you supposed to be?
Calvin: I’m yet another resource-consuming kid in an overpopulated planet, raised to an alarming extent by Madison Avenue and Hollywood, poised with my cynical and alienated peers to take over the world when you’re old and weak. Am I scary, or what?
On the truth
Calvin: It’s a magical world, Hobbes, ol’ buddy…Let’s go exploring!
Literature can be found in the strangest of places.
God, Calvin and Hobbes is perfect
