Says it all.
“YOYOYO OSO YOYOSOLO OWO LOCO PO-PO.”
“If I had to pick one video game character I’d want to go out and grab a beer with, it’s Garrus Vakarian.”
“I cannot fathom the obsession our society has with being “perfect.” Seriously, fuck that—the best people I know are the imperfect ones.”
There was the strangest feeling in the air as she looked out over the landscape before them. Something told her that everything was moments from changing, yet she couldn’t know exactly why. Distant fireworks thundered off in the night as celebration continued, marking the passage of yet another year. Her gaze drifted back along the hood of the car, tracing his legs up to where his head leaned casually against the windshield. Somehow he managed to look pensive and intense, yet completely carefree while staring into the gathering night.
“You’re looking at me again,” he said, breaking the silence.
“You’re just an oddity is all.”
“Damn straight I am.”
They fell into silence once again as the sky became alight with color raining from the heavens. Something compelled her to speak, and she knew that to resist was futile. ”You realize that you’re a bit of an asshole, right? He nodded in response. ”Yet people flock to you and listen to what you have to say—hell, they love being around you. I just don’t get it.”
“It’s in our nature to be around something that doesn’t necessarily agree with the way we are. I’m a jerk, sure, but I take care of those close to me. I’ll never pretend to be a role model, but at least I don’t try to deny it.”
So that was the secret to being content: accept every flaw you have as your own, and to hell with those who disagree.
“Oh Queensryche, you know how to make me shiver in delight.”
“Heaven can you hear me? I am calling from a land line. I need a good connection—I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
Holy shit. It’s Deckard Cain.
(via kayshero)
“Put your back in, baby put your back into it.”
“18 days, 8 hours, 7 minutes. Then the party really gets started.”