mibuchiha Posts

At a personal level, it doesn't matter one bit whether she's Asian, Black, American or whatever fraction of whatever race she is. Love is just that, love.

But if we're comparing stereotypical girls from both sides, I'd choose Asian.

That wasn't a demand.

Then explain it.

How so?

I dont think I can be that arrogant.

@rise: cus dying.

I don't assume others' minds. But well, semi-alive.

You dont even mention how goes what.

Strange.

What?

Greetings.

Nostalgic, the place.

If only I know more people.

Very nice art. I'm no expert but the hair and eyes look a bit weird though.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling

I like the openness of a landfill. Vault contains mostly valuable things too.

That's why landfill is more accurate for me. I'm quite disorganized, and to find those things I actually have to go through all the past memories, checking the sparks of ideas I've got before. It's a messy and cluttered mind, much like one has to scour the whole landfill to find anything valuable.

Anyway, the shack is built somewhere on the landfill.