I got a snapchat from a friend of mine like, “I just submitted a tip.” Turns out, it’s pretty legit.
-Sketch
The ABSOLUTE TRUTH.
Oh cyril… I’ve always wanted to start a collection of your mtg art… :(
Some say that Samus is supposed to be 6’3” and 200lbs. I like that idea.
Nordic samus sounds like an interesting idea :O
I approve of this beef.
You know what’s funny about tumblr? I’ve seen so many people that treat northamerican problems as their problems while not residing in the US, without knowing that their countries may not be afflicted by the same taboos that those people have to confront. It seems a bit ridiculous to me, since it starts to look like we have no interest in the issues of our own countries. It looks that we are far more interested in our sexuality, than our privacy, our funding and our laws.
Is it because rebelling in tumblr is easy, but the innate awkwardness of our lives doesn’t let us communicate our true worrisome situations and needs? are we willing to stay ignorant about our own issues and just stand outside of the ring, and bitch about what is going on in the US? because try as they might, North americans might be interested to help, but only the residents of the troubled country are the ones who can shape that help into something useful. And we might help North americans, but after all, they have to fend for themselves, without the real representation of help from the rest of the world.
I don’t even know If I’m making any sense.
公安9課 SECTION-9
So… manly. ♥
Ghost In The Shell Online by Hawooe
(Source: love-allthepeople)
Asking the real questions
Deep
I think zombies are made with PCP.
The drug, or the polymer?
SO today was a day for me to finish all of my expositions, two entire workshops on acoustics and distortion, and the first half of my entry for seminars. This happens because one of my friends calls me at 10 am and tells me that he’s not coming tomorrow because his mom just fell from a second floor.
And as sad as the thing is, Now I have to do my expos alone. And I hate the guy, and the rage against this universal constant that keeps me drilled into my seat.
At least he was decent enough in calling me this morning.
But yeah. RAGE.
I need an antidepressant and some fucking adderall.