Do you ever love a character so much that every single time you see them, it just makes you want to clutch your chest and yell out “MY BABYYYYYYYYY”
(via heikeiziku)




Do you ever love a character so much that every single time you see them, it just makes you want to clutch your chest and yell out “MY BABYYYYYYYYY”
(via heikeiziku)
Which means I’m going to fuck it up royally at some later point in the drawing, be it the lining/coloring
You know you have a problem when someone mentions their family going to America and all you think about is:
- BRING ME ALL THE STUFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- God, why didn’t they invite me? That’s just rude.
- /depressed moment/
- Alright, I hate them.
- Just kidding but here’s a list of things…
It’s true. Never pop a balloon in my face. I will shriek and break your nose from my violent reflex punch and hate you for the next month or so.
OMFG I AM YOU. When I was little, I used to take balloons to the playground in my housing complex from time to time. One day, I rolled on the ground and let the balloons float away. As soon as I stopped rolling, one of the balloons hovered over the spiky grass and popped right in my face.
It was horrifying.