Word, kid… Word.
25.05.12
WHAT WHY WHAT????
be-the-change-you-wish-too-see:
…what even is this photoshoot?
WAIT. WAIT. WAITTTTT. OMG Spike?
whAT is happening.
I would like every picture from this shoot, poster sized and framed in my room.
Spike.
oh my god… Space Consulting Detective… YES All of the YES
wAhT omG
He’s dressed as Spike from Cowboy bebop!
What. WHAT. WHAT!? Stop making me love you more!!! 8’D
i wish he were really dressing like spike, he’d be fantastic
i made so many stupid noises upon viewing this oh help me
A Brief Conversation between a Cumberbatch Fandrogyne and their Mum (also a fan):
Mum: He’s got such a strange face, hasn’t he?
Me: Yes, Mum.
Mum: He’s got his hair cut short now, but I think he looks better with his hair a little longer, doesn’t he?
Me: Yes, Mum./end
Is it just me or would he make the perfect Spike Spiegel?
(via alectointhunderland)
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21.05.12
So, it’s been a while hasn’t it?
My hand has healed enough that I can actually start typing without feeling like a half blind monkey now, so I suppose it’s time for a bit of an update.
I’ve finished out my second year, and this one at an elementary school. Just in time for me to head back to Oklahoma and meet my brothers so we can start clearing my Mom’s estate. With both parents gone now, it has fallen to us (none of whom live anywhere near my Mom’s old house) to go through probably 30 years of my parents’ lives and sort out what to keep and what to throw away. The added hurdle being that neither I nor my oldest brother have anything resembling a permanent residence. That leaves the middle one who has an apartment… which is already full of his own stuff. So where do we put everything? How much is sentimental enough to hang onto? What can I really force myself to let go?
Anyway, I’ll be back in Korea in early June because, honestly, it’s the closest thing to a home I’ve got at the moment. Which is wierd.
Back to the boxes I guess.
20.05.12
THE PULSE, THE HUM AND SWELL, THE SONG BENEATH THE SKIN, IT CALLS TO ME!
OW, FUCK! RANDY, WHAT THE HELL?
“DRINK!” IT CRIES, “DRINK OF ME AND LIVE FOREVER!”
GET OFF ME! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU LARPING?
Can’t… Stop…
18.05.12
FASCISTS, MAN. PASSING ALL THEIR LITTLE LAWS. LAYING DOWN THEIR LITTLE RULES. RESTRICTING MY FREEDOMS.
“YOU CAN’T SMOKE POT IN FRONT OF A DAY CARE CENTER.”
“YOU CAN’T ROLL A JOINT AT 7-11.”
“YOU NEED TO GET A JOB IF YOU’RE GOING TO LIVE IN MY HOUSE. AND STOP SMOKING WEED IN THE SHED. YOU’RE 28.”
“DON’T LIGHT THAT RIGHT NEXT TO THE PROPANE TANKS. YOU’LL KILL US ALL.”
I BET YOU DIDN’T TAKE THE POOL INTO ACCOUNT WHEN YOU WERE PLANNING YOUR LITTLE OPPRESSIONS.
IT’S CALLED MARITIME LAW, MY FRIENDS. YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO HERE.
15.05.12
