I am alone on this earth. My only hope is evil women but I’m simply not hot enough.

If I worked my whole life, I would probably never be a George Bailey. But that’s ok, because Remember: no man is a failure who has friends.

Watching this movie feels baptismal. Like a washing of the sins of the year away, and a spiritual recommittal to kindness and love. Maybe I cry so rarely that to weep carries a religious weight to me. Either way, this movie means immense things to me. Things so big I can’t speak or write them.

They come out of the gate swinging with those prayers for George and then that lump in my throat sticks around for the full runtime. Every time George is stuck, every time he gives his life and happiness for his community, every single little struggle is painfully evocative.

I wonder how many times we’ve beaten the record so quickly we forgot to start the clock.

And for what? For a lighthouse keeper and the feral cats that came with him to maim and kill and throw stones at an animal so unique it was almost alien. We only know of 4 other flightless songbirds, and none coexisted with mankind even for as long as the fleeting moment that Lyall’s wrens did.

Akiba Maid War is real and it’s happening right now in Chicago.

Huge gap moe potential. They’re in the studio practicing so hard, flubbing lines and trying again, ganbatte king von-chan! and then the next day they’re shooting a competing musical artist execution style.

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Only way this lesson was going to be learned was from anime I love you Oda

YOU ARE NOT FROM THE KOZUKI CLAN BRO THAT SHIT ISNT COOL

I’ll have died a trucel.

Maybe a dozen people mill around the casket. I’m to be cremated after. No tears, just a looming dread. The tension creaks but never snaps

My boss will feel slight relief at no longer having to deal with filing disability paperwork as my dementia was becoming obvious. They’ll send flowers to the funeral.

Local library mogs both but half price is at least in the same quadrant