They love Pokemon. Anything Pokemon. You’ll hear them shouting “Gotta catch em all!”

These guys are well versed, and they’re alittle younger. You’ll see these guys playing the fighting games and shooters. They’re quite proud and love a good pwning. You’ll probably hear them shouting “That combo was fucking amazing bro” or “dude did you see that head shot”. They aren’t gamers as much as they’re “Halo’ers” or “BlazeBlue’ers”

First and foremost there’s the veteran gamers. That’s me and my buddy Matt. We’ve been there since the 8 bit beginning and we say shit like “you remember that game Bubsy?”. We look like straights, but underneath the polo shirts and button ups we’re admirers and collectors carrying every memory from every pixel like a badge of honor.

diasporicdecay:

immigrant parents remind you directly and indirectly that failure isn’t an option in a million different ways.

A fucking Men

anxiouspineapples:

just because a television show doesn’t actively address a specific issue doesn’t mean they’re actively avoiding it either. you know what happens when you try to stuff every possible social debate under the sun into one show?

you get glee.

that’s what happens.

Gentle Cicada
Years under ground. Days above.
Transform to greet death.

Sometimes I think I’m dead and this is limbo. Sitting here at a desk and not even getting to watch. Listening to lives decay. Then going back to an endless cycle of pay and payment for a bottom barrel life style. Whoever said hard work pays off is an idiot.

Does life ever allow anyone to be exactly who they want to be? Or are other people just that good at lying to themselves?

The self loathing is alittle high today. Go Tuesday.

Every time I get a minute to myself I can’t help but grind my teeth at how much work needs to be done. How much progress hasn’t been made. I’m completely disgusted with myself sometimes. R&r is no help because all that is is more idleness. Goddamnit I’m so lost and fucked.