My name is Bryan, and I really don't know what to write in this paragraph without defeating the purpose of a blog. So challenge yourself, try to find me in the things i post; You might not find the real me, but there's a slim chance you might find the real you. (Or you might chuckle at a joke or two with is just fine too...)

As for the more mundane aspects of me: I live in Puerto Rico, i was born on a December of the 1991th year after Christ, and i like music. A lot. Spiritually, the fire in Forestfire.

Have fun with me.
May 29th
1:42 PM
Via

kingcheddarxvii:

Yeah this is my favorite song

No actually it’s a way of life

11:52 AM
Via

I always wanted the lines in this part to be, “I didn’t know what to get you, so I got you fucking paradise.”.

11:45 AM

On those days I feel down on my luck, I just remember the times my favorite Tumblrs have like/reblogged my stuff.

…and all is well.

The difference between bees and wasps.

  • Bee: Hi there friend! How are you today? I'm just doing my job, pollinating flowers and all, no need to be afraid of me, I'm just happy I get to enjoy this wonderful weather with you.
  • Wasp: Oh hey motherfucker, wanna go? I swear I will kill any cunt stupid enough to get 3 feet near me, I can sting you, and it will be the nastiest feeling you've had in awhile. Buzz Buzz, asshole. Bet that hurts doesn't it? Stupid fuck.
May 28th
11:42 PM
Via
10:05 PM

Scrolling down Tumblr makes me feel like I’m submitting myself to subliminal messaging.

You know, with all the random images flashing before my eyes.

9:22 PM
Via
"Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed. He’s making sure your imagination withers. Until it’s as useful as your appendix. He’s making sure your attention’s always filled. And this being fed, it’s worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what’s in your mind. With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world."
—  Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby (via adecentfellow)