I'm doing a poll, Reblog if you choose the Grass...
messed-up-logic: (Water) (Fire)
nthinks: I was playing Street Fighter before and watching G Gundam on my second monitor. I was low on health in round three, and got my opponent in the corner. I main Honda, and all of a sudden I hear “THIS HAND OF MINE IS BURNING RED” and landed a hundred hand slap into super combo, winning the match. Shit was fucking gdlk. G Gundam is the best.
Isn't sushi just an Eastern burrito?
Think about it: you’ve got a protein, starches, and a plant matter wrapper to hold it in. They both have their respective sauces, and a niche market. It totally makes sense.
nthinks: It took me coming back home to realize why I left in the first place. Welcome to being a grown-up.
Is it too late to put Tony Stark's "Robo Death...
Hey, anime fans.
Was Escaflowne as good as I remember, or should I take off my rose-tinted glasses?
For all future interested parties; my safety-word...
Someday, I will die.
midnightmoleskine: But not today. Never today.
If "Die Hard" is the greatest Christmas movie...
That means “The Last Boy Scout” is the greatest sports movie ever. It’s the Law of Bruce Willis.
I've decided I'm going to start defacing every bar...
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters that you had originally skimmed through to get to...
Can this madness just stop for one fucking day,... →
Have you ever considered?
That your life is the most boring FPS (first-person shooter) ever conceived? There’s absolutely no shooting involved, but you are embroiled in a day-to-day stride through mediocrity that makes you cringe at the slightest tension and the all-consuming strife of a modern day Average Joe who does his best, but always falls short when he needs to. Yeah, that’s my life. You’re...
midnightmoleskine: I have become, An animal I want nothing more than to Fuck anything I walk into.
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: adronitis →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and…