[JUDGE VOICE] did u do the thing
[DEFENDANT VOICE] no
[JUDGE VOICE] i don’t believe u
[WITNESS VOICE] he did the thing
[JUDGE VOICE] ooooooh i knew it
(via grinsmileorlaugh)
How do I explain the emotional excitement I get each time I watch an Asian Drama? Even though I know it will be painful, even though I know I will probably end up crying more than laughing, and hating and loving, and by the end, I’ll be an emotional potato, I still get excited.
I don’t even understand those emotions, so how could I ever explain them?
It is the start of the year 2000, and something is wrong.
Husbands and wives wake up next to each other, scared. They don’t know who the person in the bed with them is. Who is this person? Why are they in my house? Is this my house? Is this their house?
They go out to investigate. A five-year-old child uses a Windows 98 computer in the living room. The child turns around, and asks, “Is it time for me to go to school, mommy?”
The world is in panic. The President of the United States, who awoke in the Oval Office with no knowledge of being elected, calls for a large-scale investigation.
After weeks of asking adults and children alike what is going on, and looking at the various public records, they realize that the children are not confused at all. The adults can only remember what last happened in 1989. However, the children that can speak say that they were born anywhere from 1991 to 1996. Public officials can only draw one conclusion.
To every adult, the 1990s never happened. The children, however, cannot have come from nowhere.
It doesn’t take long after this conclusion for them to realize that only 90s kids remember the 90s.
(via grinsmileorlaugh)
AGENTS OF SHIELD FULL TRAILER.
DON’T TOUCH LOLA.
(via grinsmileorlaugh)
In Japan, there are 3 ways to say “I love you”:
You say “Daisuki (大好き)” for the friends and person you like,
you say “Aishiteru (愛してる)” for a more serious relationship,
and you say “Koishiteru ( 恋してる)” to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.
And they follow this rule. They preserve the meaning of ‘I love you’ and never lose its essence unlike us.
(via so-she-loves-it)
I swear.
I hit my toe on a table corner, and while I was doing that pain dance, I stepped on a lego.
Does this world hate me, or what?
Now…to put all that angst and pain into writing…
i don’t get on tumblr for 12 hours, and suddenly, i will never be able to find the place i was last.
if anyone ever tells your tumblrers are lazy, ignore them. it’s hard work going through 100.7 pages of gifs, cute things, and stuffs. and i only follow 26 blogs at that.
