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it’s a nerd blog, i’m sure everyone can find at least something entertaining here right?
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Dratini will kick all of their asses someday.
(via imgTumble)All the little boy was going to ask Santa for was his father to come back from Iraq. Little did he know, his wish would come true and his father was right behind Santa.
a-freakin-mazing.
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this is so wrong…I’m a boy and this is how it goes: I’m going to see you and I’ll know that I like you in that instant, then we’ll get to talking and I’ll realize that you are absolutely amazing. Then, we’ll talk, we’ll actually become pretty close but you’ll put me in the friend zone because I was so nervous of telling you how I feel that I’m just the guy you talk to when you need advice on guys. I’ll pretend it’s okay, I’ll pretend that everything will be alright and that I’ll move on. Maybe I’ll get a girlfriend to try and distract me from how I feel about you, but when it comes down to it, all I want is you. So when you tell me that you don’t like the girl I’m dating, I’ll break up with her because well…she’s no you. but still, I’ll try to flirt and try to get you to like me and I’ll just be shot down. but it’s okay, because in my dreams, we get married and have a family but in reality, I’ll have to settle for 2nd best since the girl I really want only wants to be friends. It’s torture, it truly is.
(Source: muck-up, via s-unseeker)
awesome doctor who timeline, gotta love it all.
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I like how you mispronounce words sometimes, how you fumble and stammer and stutter looking for the right ones to say and the right ways to say them. I appreciate that you find language challenging, because it is, because everything manmade is challenging. Including man, including you.
When you sleep on your side, I like to map the constellations between your beauty marks freckles pimples, the minuscule mountains that sprinkle your back. I like the tufts of hair you forgot to shave and the way you smell when you haven’t showered in a while; I like the sleep left in your eyes.
I like the way your skin dies in the middle of the night, how you die from embarrassment the next morning; how you writhe in the snake casing you’ve left behind. I like that you think pillow snowflakes carry more weight than pillow talk; that you think my opinion of you is so fickle that it could change overnight. (It’s not.)
I enjoy seeing you insecure, vulnerable. I like to watch red steam light up your cheeks, a spreading mist of shame when you think you’ve done something unacceptable like missing a step on the stairs or not having the perfect answer to something I’ve said. It’s like you honestly don’t know how wonderful you are, it’s like you have no idea.
The burns, the scars, the black and blues on your face body heart, I want to know their stories. I want to know what hurt you, who hurt you, how bad the damage is. I like your hard, ugly toenails and the layer of fat that lines your belly, the soft parts you try to hide. It’s okay to be soft, sometimes.
I appreciate your ability to get inappropriately angry as much as I appreciate your willingness to apologize afterward. I like how your passion manifests unpredictably and uncontrollably, how your feelings cannot be caged or concealed, how you’re incapable of apathy.
I like how you can’t dance, how you have pedestrian taste in music, how the worst song on every album is your favorite. I like how enthusiastic you are when you hear it, it’s like you don’t know how terrible it is, it’s like maybe how you’re able to love someone like me. (Perhaps that’s your biggest flaw, perhaps that’s the one I love most.)
Your flaws single you out, set you apart, make you different from the rest, and thank god. I don’t just put up with settle for accept your blemishes, I like them. I like them because they make you human, and humans are easier to love than photographs and illusions and ideals; humans fit more easily between arms and between legs; humans are welcome to their imperfections because if there’s one thing humans can do perfectly, it’s love. Humans can love, they can do it flawlessly.
