laperv:

Every time I watch or read Welcome to the NHK, it makes me laugh so much but simultaneously horrifies me. It’s one of the few series that can actually upset me with one simple drawing or panel. Which isn’t a bad thing, I think that it’s pretty damn amazing. 

(via phiripko)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfHvzCdhXsY

This song goes perfectly with the atmosphere for some reason.

aneuron:

Time to play Lone Survivor!

 This game man, THIS GAME.

ampere-volt:

rainflaaash:

districtnineand-three-quarters:

accio—loki:

valkyriesmith:

solveitwithchocolate:

iou-a-fall-smeagol:

eleanull:

thechimeraresistance:

tltty:

if this eggplant gets less than 5 million notes i’m going to be so upset

Reblogging because eggplant

Fewer than 5 million notes. Fewer. Not less. 

I believe that it is called an  aubergine. 

IN AMERICA WE LET EGGS BE PLANTS BECAUSE FREEDOM

In Britain we let those AUBERGINES live once we heal them with our FREE HEALTH CARE

NOBODY CARES, ENGLAND

at least America came up with their own word and didn’t steal ours

No one cares about that either, France.

Wait… Something doesn’t feel right.

(via no-sir-thats-paper)

I want my life to be more like a movie. Where anyone can hear what the protagonist is thinking, and where he can properly convey his feelings in some weird public inner monologue. 

Let me rephrase that. I want you to know what I’m thinking whenever I’m around you. That I have my reasons for staring off whenever we pass in the hallway, and it isn’t because I’ve forgotten about you.

I want you to know that I’ve kind of jumped into a self-induced comatose where I believe that you’re better off with me not talking to you. And that I’ve been hoping for the last two years that some miracle would happen that would prove that hypothesis wrong. 

And that isn’t really the case right now. Over the last year and a half, it’s actually gone to prove what I was thinking to be true.

But… 

I still think that I have some kind of unfulfilled purpose. Like a bread maker, maybe one day you’ll need bread. And I could be there. Because… All I want to do is. Well. Be there for you.

But more often than not, I feel like I’m wasting space while waiting for that one opportunity to be finally put to use. I’m like a TV from the 70’s which was never unwrapped and is now practically useless and outdated.

The worst part is, while I wait in the nihilism of now, I’ve become somewhat invisible. So I can’t really be brought up back again nor could I really be thrown away. I’m just getting munched on by the fleeting present and ever growing past.  

I just always thought that if someone really needed me they would reach out and grab me.

I never thought I was so distant.

The ridiculously photogenic asian guy

(via the-lost-r0manov)

pumpkim:

deep

(via the-lost-r0manov)