Install this theme

tsarbucks:

there’s a huge problem in gaming today where people are focusing more on graphics than aethestic, which is really shitty because it leads to all of these awful derivative modern military shooters and games that have no identity. like i don’t really care if you’re able to render the 374th bead of sweat on a grizzled marine’s face, if you don’t have a unique style nobody will remember your game

If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
  • me, about to get mauled to death by a wolf:

    puppy! who's a handsome puppy

Got a cute piercing today!

Got a cute piercing today!

Anonymous
asks:
Whats worse? Wanting to ask for help, but feel annoying -- or wanting to help, but feel unwanted? I'd like to say I could help you, but ... I don't know you. You're not alone. You should try not to feel as if your problems annoy others. Just remember to pay it forward, if you don't already. Oh, and never assume someone doesn't want to talk to you, or doesn't want to listen. You never know who's willing to chat until you ask.

Hello anon! I am not sure which is worse, but I can only vouch for the first. I just put blockades up to protect myself, which is a good defense mechanism, but sometimes leaves me feeling very lonely in my times of need. Because of this I just generally don’t approach people for help, which is my own issue I need to work on. I just kinda cross my fingers someone reaches out to me and that very rarely works XD 
Thank you for reaching out to me :) You say you don’t know me, and so it’s very kind of you to offer me some advice on what may seem like pointless problems. :)

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via wordsnquotes)