Aug 4, 2013

Me, playing any classic Final Fantasy.

  1. Me: This game is amazing.
  2. Me: Also, what you need to do is pretty obvious. I don't know why I needed a walkthrough while playing the other ones.
  3. Me: I was playing this for three days nonstop. I have to take a break.
  4. Me: *takes a five month break*
  5. Me: What is this? What am I doing? Where was I supposed to go?
  6. Me: I need a walkthrough.
Aug 4, 2013

YOLO

  1. Final Fantasy: Bitch please. I got a Phoenix down.
  2. Pokemon: Bitch please. I got revives.
  3. Kingdom Hearts: Bitch please. I got 'Continue Game.'
  4. Cats: Bitch please. I got 9 lives.
Aug 4, 2013
duckyslvr:

Kingdom hearts reference? :)

duckyslvr:

Kingdom hearts reference? :)

(Source: slvrdcky)

Aug 4, 2013
Aug 3, 2013
kondunn:

"A psychic bee from outer space told me to."

kondunn:

"A psychic bee from outer space told me to."

Jul 2, 2013

69shadesofgayy:

redlightpurpleline:

Graffiti in an abandoned mental institution.

this is haunting

This is beautiful

my favorite

(via fuzzy-self-concept)

Jul 2, 2013
tothemoon5:

supniccuh:

pullmy-eyes-out:

vrede:

tofux:

breadzepplin:

vashxthexstampede:















Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

















To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.



Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.


I will forever reblog this

I’m gonna cry. That was so beautiful

I dontbwanttocry

This put me in the worst but also best mood, one of the best things i’ve ever read. This cat is the pure definition of beautiful.

tothemoon5:

supniccuh:

pullmy-eyes-out:

vrede:

tofux:

breadzepplin:

vashxthexstampede:

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

I will forever reblog this

I’m gonna cry. That was so beautiful

I dontbwanttocry

This put me in the worst but also best mood, one of the best things i’ve ever read. This cat is the pure definition of beautiful.

image

(via decemberscreation)

Jun 22, 2013
alexcallard:

Kingdom Hearts

alexcallard:

Kingdom Hearts

Jun 10, 2013
officialloser:

So I made this, Haha! (: 

officialloser:

So I made this, Haha! (: 

Jun 10, 2013

Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet on the set of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet on the set of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

(Source: kellyreichardt, via yourstolenmemories)

May 28, 2013

Album & Concert Review: Mini Mansions Interview, 26 May 2013

albumandconcertreview:

image

Colby: How did you come up with the band name of Mini Mansions?

Tyler: Well, it started with “mini” and ended with “mansions.”

*silence then laughing* It’s a joke.

Michael: Picking a band name is the worst process-the hardest process. Because you’re trying to put a label on the music…

May 28, 2013

Album & Concert Review: Mini Mansions Interview, 26 May 2013

albumandconcertreview:

image

Colby: How did you come up with the band name of Mini Mansions?

Tyler: Well, it started with “mini” and ended with “mansions.”

*silence then laughing* It’s a joke.

Michael: Picking a band name is the worst process-the hardest process. Because you’re trying to put a label on the music…

May 28, 2013

The First Post!

albumandconcertreview:

Hello! 

This is the first post that will hopefully lead to many in the music and concert reviews.

 I will be your host, and you may call me Colby.

The photography that will be included in this will mainly all come from my wonderful photographer and girlfriend, you may call her Madeline.

I will soon follow up this post with a review.

Take care.

Colby and Madeline.

May 28, 2013

lnfamy:

sexting is so weird i did it once and the guy was getting really into it and i was eating a pack of doritos and playing final fantasy

(via yourstolenmemories)

May 13, 2013

yinx1:

When you forget to delete your history before letting someone borrow your computer.

(via ruinedchildhood)

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