Memory is a record.
People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that’s why there were all kinds of myself. There weren’t a lot of myself per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that’s all.
lintufriikki:

casually doodles some sniper heads
fuck tumblr’s high-res links are broken so here it is: http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/7663/snipers2q.jpg

lintufriikki:

casually doodles some sniper heads

fuck tumblr’s high-res links are broken so here it is: http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/7663/snipers2q.jpg

machiajelli:

seifer-almasy:

octopop:

insanelygaming:

Artist: video-masacre
(via tikalsilverwolf)

ooooo

want

STILL WANT SO MUCH


ALL OF THEM NOW PLEASE AND THANK YOU

machiajelli:

seifer-almasy:

octopop:

insanelygaming:

Artist: video-masacre

(via tikalsilverwolf)

ooooo

want

STILL WANT SO MUCH

ALL OF THEM NOW PLEASE AND THANK YOU

avocadosalad:

Two earth worms have made their way into my room in as many days. Now I think they were trying to watch TV/get killed by my cats to end their boredom/life.

I’d like to think they were trying to emulate their hero in some grand adventure.

avocadosalad:

Two earth worms have made their way into my room in as many days. Now I think they were trying to watch TV/get killed by my cats to end their boredom/life.

I’d like to think they were trying to emulate their hero in some grand adventure.