andrewminard:

“arent u a bit too obsessed with that thing?” listen my buddy my guy i dont know how 2 just like smth a moderate amount …… i am being swallowed whole and alive by the Burning Fire of my Obsession™,,,, my pal u are incorrect im no such thing as “a bit” obsessed i am ….. on fire and can talk of nothing else ,,,,, friend,

inkskinned:

I don’t know, my favorite was always witch weather. That moment that in a gust of wind or in the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different. A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist. I don’t know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment. It calls the magic to your skin. For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important. Witch weather. For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting.

naruto bad guy: there he is. kakashi. the copy ninja. the sharingan eye.
bad guy: (does a ninja thing)
kakashi: (copys the ninja thing exactly)
bad guy: oh My god. how did he do that. he copied me.
kakashi: (copys again)
bad guy: holy shit….. fuck how is he doing this, how is the kopy ninja kakashi of the sharingan eye copying my moves? holy christ. hoooly christ

fistinginferno:

jack black is literally the only human that never needs any context for me. I could see him going anywhere and doing anything. like if i got abducted by aliens and saw him just wandering around the spaceship putting bugle chips on his fingers to make it look like he has claws i would be like ‘that’s some classic jack black right there’ and not even question it