Join my whimsical descent into the odd mindset of a personable young character. Come along with me on my search for brain food and silly pictures that could, maybe, possibly, JUST MIGHT make your day. :) Care to stick around?

It just got real. :O

It just got real. :O

Mr. Bean.
What more can be said?

Mr. Bean.

What more can be said?

So much pain felt that day.

So much pain felt that day.

Curse you, morality!

Curse you, morality!

House knows what you did.

House knows what you did.

"I’m O.K."

I suppose we all see in grey when it comes to emotions.

We don’t understand them, so we cover all of the general bases with those two letters: “O.K.”

"I’m O.K." doesn’t have a definite translation, nor will it ever have one. When words seem too distant a dream for the tidal wave of depressed, crushing feelings, what is there to answer with but O.K.?

O.K. Was never meant to be a blanket that your fears and sadness could hide beneath, believing so childishly that they could stay there forever and ever, reveling in their own presence, never to succumb to the pressures that come with the responsibility of owning emotions.

Because the big bad ugly truth always finds its way out of the deep cavities of your mind’s hidden closets and tears your thin thread of feeble excuses and cover ups right out from beneath your feet.

You can’t be “O.K.” forever.

With people like us, that can’t hold out.

You just have to find the words— and then you just might see in color.

What time is it?

What time is it?

Every single day.

Every single day.

Pleaaaase don’t leeeeave D:

Pleaaaase don’t leeeeave D:

Creepy chair is creepy.

Creepy chair is creepy.