sometimes im like, “fuckin’ too much liters of beer gotta sleep gotta work tomorrow teach kids to english good” and then i check youtube, ya know, one last time, and IG has posted a new sims vid and I’m like “YO AFTER THIS SHOWER IMMA DRINK YOU FOR TEN MINUTES HARD SOJU” and then 7 am roles around and its time to mumble hello to people in a language you suck at and white kid problems—no worse—white cisgendered male dude problems.

"I mean, I love watching Bukakke, but I dunno if I’d ever—"

— Random extra in Rick and Morty season 1 Ep. 11 “Ricksy Business”…I think her name is Tammy. Also I dunno if Bukakke is spelled right but I am in a country where I can’t really find out how it’s spelled anyway. 

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I have loved watching this prophecy come to be. It has been enjoyable and that last episode made me cry. 

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I am amazing I just don’t fart all day and then seconds after I get home from work I’m watching SBF on youtube and letting rip a days worth of farts in three tremendous sequential installments.

Finding Your Weird Boners #1

Having a clean kitchen that is shiny and mostly not caked in grease, 

preemptively ignoring 420 statuses

Name that intern~(Welcome to Night Vale game-quiz)!

"She was a good intern…with a beautiful puppy…and a chatty neighbor."

Which intern is Cecil referring to folks?

Running in Korea post number whatever, two maybe

Usually when I’m running, regardless of where I’m running, and I try to smile at someone, they sort of raise an eyebrow, confused as to what I’m trying to convey. “Is that guy trying to start a fight with me?” I imagine they think to themselves. When I run my face is usually set into one of two muscular configurations: rigid-slackness, or grimace-smile. 

Today, while I was running along the river trail beneath the overcast sky and through cool but blessedly insectless headwind, I noticed two ajussi running toward me. Most ajussi I see running on the trail are wearing old-as-hell windbreakers and face masks and just sort of loping along between long spats of walking, but these two were really bookin’ it, all decked out in expensive tights, nice gear, long-distance bags. 

Usually I just sort of stare straight ahead and try not to make eye contact because dudes tend to stare me down as I pass. But these guys were so nice. One dude’s face lit up and he raised a white, begloved fist into the air and smiled as he said “Ahhhhhhhhh!” 

I grimaced-smiled in surprise and raised my hand in a little wave. And with that our moment of solidarity ended. The first moment of running solidarity I have had in Korea. 

zenamiarts:

Vote for the Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home!
Vote for Hiram McDaniels: [x]Vote for Marcus Vansten: [x]

She&#8217;s clearly the best choice because she exists between realities and is therefore more knowledgable about the unknowable.

zenamiarts:

Vote for the Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home!

Vote for Hiram McDaniels: [x]
Vote for Marcus Vansten: [x]

She’s clearly the best choice because she exists between realities and is therefore more knowledgable about the unknowable.