Friendly neighborhood self-confessed laconophilia, whose armor suits him, but it can not hide that mark (Nothing ever will), who was prepared the very moment that he let his arrow fly, that’ll slay anything that's evil (that's his deal), who will never die (just go Missing In Action), who's desperate to regain his honor, who has the innate ability to be overlooked and ignored, who hides a bitter heart under a veneer of lovable idiot, and who knows deep down that Who I am is not who I want to be...


I've been used as the base model for 4 Marvel Sketch Cards, 1 Topps Star Wars Galaxies trading card, a Star Wars Insider cover image, and a T-Shirt at Hot Topic.

 

Where is the pumpkin and the spice? Where is the ghoul that was moaning? They have passed like leaves in the wind, like skulls into wreaths.The days have gone down in the Fall behind the hills into Evergreens.
How did it come to this?

Where is the pumpkin and the spice?
Where is the ghoul that was moaning?
They have passed like leaves in the wind, like skulls into wreaths.
The days have gone down in the Fall behind the hills into Evergreens.

How did it come to this?

(Source: best-of-memes)

artbooksnat:

Princess Mononoke (もののけ姫) animation materials by character designer Masashi Ando (安藤雅司) in the Mononoke Hime Roman Album (Amazon US | JP)

For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You’ll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you’ll realize it’s always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won’t understand why or how.

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via teenager90s)

Experience has taught me that interest begets expectation, and expectation begets disappointment, so the key to avoiding disappointment is to avoid interest.

George Lass, Dead Like Me (via von-nihil)

I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via larmoyante)

16 years was a good run.  I’ll miss you, Old Man.

16 years was a good run.  I’ll miss you, Old Man.