The Chronicle of Teacher
I always reblog for the last stanza
It doesn’t always work like that- sometimes thinking about the things you could do or the things you might do or the things you hope to do is hard. Heck, thinking rationally is hard. But this is still a beautiful and hopeful poem, an ode to all the tomorrows to come, and I love that last stanza.
When your friends don’t laugh at the hilarious joke you just told and you’re the only one laughing.
On the outside:
In your head:
Ichigo, what is the difference between a king and his horse? I don't mean kiddy shit like "One's a person and one's an animal" or "One has two legs and one has four." If their form, ability, and power were exactly the same, why is it that one becomes the king and controls the battle, while the other becomes the horse and carries the king?!
