Hello, friend. Welcome to the blog. I tend to reblog whatever strikes me as interesting, although it usually has to do with my fandoms (such as Welcome To Night Vale and Madoka and Haruhi Suzumiya and Sherlock, and stuff like that) or funny things. I mean to make more original posts and talk about stuff in the future, when I have more time. Mostly this is a place for me to de-stress by enjoying some of the things I love. If our interests are similar, feel free to follow along on this crazy trip to wherever my dashboard takes me!
THINGS WE WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN!
This hurt my heart
THE GAS PRICES
Right in the childhood
I said this once and I’ll say it again: The Sprite remixes were EVERYTHING
Sprite Remix needs to comeback for REAL, for real…
THE TRIX I WAS SO VERY PISSED WHEN THE FUCKING CHANGED IT AND I STILL AM
fuck you. i had moved on
the blockbuster one killed me the most
What are those things
So I was just minding my own business, looking through a list of hippie names
Nice pretty names, fairly normal
Okay, kinda quirky but still cute
Just name your fucking kid Stormy Carl
and finally, after all that
i didn’t screenshot all of these hippie names for three notes
i happen to think Seagull Dream is poetically beautiful
Rest in peace, Mongo from Shrek 2. Your life was fleeting but you will never be forgotten.
I’m in tears
Oh I don’t think that last one will be a problem.
tumblr you can keep your glorified nostalgia about the wild thornberries and tony hawk’s pro skater and getting to hold the flea-ridden stuffed lion during the d.a.r.e program and what have you because THIS right here. now THIS was the essence of the 90s
YOU’LL CALL NOW
oh man it took me literally 2 seconds of this video to remember exactly how the rest of it went
I hated this commercial. Turns out I still hate it.
OH MY GOD THIS DAMN COMMERCIAL
I CAN’T FUCKING STOP LAUGHING its as awful as i remembered it
i cant quite explain this commercial and how it came back to me like
i couldnt remember the exact words by heart but. everything they said chimed in my head like a song i’d heard a long time ago. it was almost rhythmic, buried deep in my memory. it was probably the most bizarre way ive ever remembered something.
I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
Notice she says “who” it was and not “what” it was.
Oh I just gotta snuggle my baby bear!