Blame the sin… not the sinner. Blame the coffee, not Komurin.– Komui (via fuckyeahdgm)
ourxvelocity: “Definition: ‘Love’ is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your...
Sickness and Healing are in every Heart. Death and Deliverance are in every Hand– Speaker for the Dead, Orson Scott Card (via misterdelfuego)
Ok, so a stupid menu kept popping up telling me to post something. So I did to make it go away.