Postcards For Paragons


friendly reminder that you are not meaningless.

your existence means something to someone.

there is only ONE you, and it’s such a beautiful thing.

no one could ever trade you in, no one could ever replace you.

and you are still fighting the battle that is life and you are alive.

we’re all in this together, and it’s not easy.  oh do i know it.

if nothing else, be proud of your strength.

don’t give up.

i am rooting for you.

Fall to your knees
Or fall on your sword
Oh, Damocles
Death from above
Dead and ignored
No matter how many mistakes you make or how slow you progress, you are still way ahead of everyone who isn’t trying.
~ Unknown (via nicholasinski)





mocking the cutscene right before a level where you keep dying because you’ve heard it so many times


I feel like Kingdom Hearts has broken a lot of people…

you have no idea



Pokemon can only say their own names, even in different languages.

"freezer thunder fire" killed me




  • falling asleep on someone’s chest
  • wrapping your arms around each other
  • synching heartbeats and breathing slowly
  • falling asleep in big t-shirts and underwear
  • forehead kissies and murmured affections
  • naps



i love how no one messes with avatar the last airbender. there are people who are like, wow you watch doctor who? fucking nerd. you watch anime? gosh you’re such a weirdo. you watch avatar the last airbender? oh man you know that’s pretty cool so um what kind of bender would you be omg isn’t toph badass and don’t get me started on appa


"I look around and you know what I see? Losers.
        But life’s giving us a chance.”





I don’t understand how people can shower in like five minutes I mean I can go as fast as I can I still have to shampoo my hair and condition my hair and scrub myself and shave and cut myself shaving and use the blood in my summoning of the dark lord then travel to another dimension to ward off my enemies then come back and dry off how do you do that in five minutes

2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner




Possibilities -
Scattered marbles of hopeful affection
Strewn about the hardwood floors of His mind
Each distinct in content and experience
Some still longing to leave their etching trails across the slated bark

The Eye -
Focused on the one that sticks out the most against the oak -
Glances over and notices the individual beauty of each fearful orb
Aesthetics interest Him little,
But optical magnetism draws Him in, nonetheless
The pupils dilate wider and wider as He flips pages through a catalogue of courtees
But inevitably recede, retract, and retrace their initial target

The Hand -
Shaky in nature, and pensive in action -
Hovers over a sphere, only to refrain from grabbing from fear of hastiness
Inaction has made these hands weary of simply unsimple simplicities, simplified for simpleton fingers
Reduced to a simple grab or refrain
But yet it remains stationary above ground

The Heart -
Fearful for choosing the wrong one to roll with -
Assesses carefully each of its options
Distance becomes a frightful factor
For what if He were to pass up the optimal orb
For it were not within the length of His arm?
What if He settled for the greatest of his options within His grasp?
But would the victor be synonymous to the sphere that learned from the continents?

He -
Gentle in soul, mindful of love -
Enters analysis paralysis
The options depleting His sanity
As the prospects glance eagerly upward, begging for an answer
But He fails to provide one, for such entities require unity before providence

The Result -
As it has and always will be -
Finds Him consulting His organs for the answer
But never finding one