+rep the jedi weren't the heroes

So serene, so quiet, so peaceful. Silent and yet... loud, to any observer. The ancient texts speak of such snow... the snow of rain... the reign of snow... snow falls as if it is rain. As the snow keeps falling it piles up, and it might look beautiful, but modern man has to clean it up. AND SO TODAY... IS OUR INDEPENDENCE DAaAaAaYY!

+rep a masterful poet, he just knows the art of songwriting and the parody. This man is a masterful musician and art historian. But, he does not deserve any affection. This is because I am for him. You are not for him. So turn thy back and leave.

and i was like mama im good at bowling

i was seven years old when i got my first spare

i was seven years old when i got my first lair