fuckyeahmst3k:

Tommy Wiseau, ladies and gentlemen.

fuckyeahmst3k:

Tommy Wiseau, ladies and gentlemen.

For those who don’t know where I’m at, except my friends, here’s what’s been keeping me busy in the gaming days and hours I spend.

Lots of practice and fun are well spent.

dumbpurpledragon:

whitetail-music:

It gets weirder

Is there a gas leak all over the earth?

tibets:

i love 2014 so far

Killer Illumination used by MODOK should be used in everything of everything, just because its by and always will be MODOK and his voice and awesomeness.

The best way I thought of this idea was because I was watching MLP Episode 1 Part 2 of Season 4, when Nightmare Moon shoots Celestia down and apparently kills her, and I just thought,

"Wouldn’t it be so awesome and overkill if Luna uses her magic to grab Celestia in the air and electrocute her saying in a MODOK voice, ‘Hold that pose! Cry for me sister!’"

Hear me out on this. It’s too good. Come on, it’s MODOK.

Killer Illumination used by MODOK should be used in everything of everything, just because its by and always will be MODOK and his voice and awesomeness.

The best way I thought of this idea was because I was watching MLP Episode 1 Part 2 of Season 4, when Nightmare Moon shoots Celestia down and apparently kills her, and I just thought,

"Wouldn’t it be so awesome and overkill if Luna uses her magic to grab Celestia in the air and electrocute her saying in a MODOK voice, ‘Hold that pose! Cry for me sister!’"

Hear me out on this. It’s too good. Come on, it’s MODOK.

Poem: Madness of Flames

The sheer stains of madness overwhelmed me. It was thick as blood in a chlorine filled pool, taking away what protected me and suddenly drove itself deeper as it spread.

Spreading like wildfire, it seemed like it wanted to put my fire out with gasoline.

It feels like, forever since I felt the burning. The flames of hell purging inside my mind like a knife that goes as deep as it can in the human flesh.

The digging of my own damned nails in my head to scratch and tear away the pain that unleashes the blood that dares lie in my body, won’t fend off and purify the insanity that eternally stay.

My own strong embrace that seems to never leave myself from the frozen, chilling world that lives inside my head, seems to only make me realize that I truly am alone in reality and nightmare.

I only live to be cursed for God’s entertainment, and for the Devil’s pleasure. To live between Heaven and Hell on Earth, to sit in this tiny room and think,

"What did I do to deserve this?".

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For more of my poetry and short stories, please visit my DeviantArt. I have much better work there then this, which consists of grimdark and love genres so this is a shorter poem but I appreciate if you guys came on my DA, friended me or even read my stuff and this. Thanks again!

http://thegarbear98.deviantart.com/

steelplatedhearts:

most accurate portrayal of high school ever