The Honor Spren

If you ever need evidence as to why narrators that have a distinct voice are greatly underrated, look no further than the English dub of Kaguya-sama: Love is War. I'm crying and honestly drinking this Coke is quickly becoming a choking hazard.

If you ever need evidence as to why narrators that have a distinct voice are greatly underrated, look no further than the English dub of Kaguya-sama: Love is War. I'm crying and honestly drinking this Coke is quickly becoming a choking hazard.

Turns out I really like anime romcoms.

Not sure what to do with this information.

Except, y'know, watch more anime romcoms.

Whelp, Dear Evan Hansen just destroyed me. 

*cough*

English horn is better than oboe

*cough*

https://us.letgo.com/en/i/harmony-guitar_dc79ee92-8495-48b9-9ca4-fdbd311b24de

Guys I'm in love

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles @The Honor Spren

http://astriddalmady.com/NightVale.html

Can confirm that the Lego batman movie is the best batman movie in existence 

Just gonna leave this here...

http://www.kansascity.com/news/nation-world/world/article134273594.html

So, guys.

You know, as I drove through my city, my town, my home, on the way to a 10:30 candlelight service at my church, I found myself noticing things I had never taken the time to look around and really see.

All the lights were of, from the post office to the tire place to the (multiple) taphouses. The only bits of luminance I saw were strings on trees, and lampposts, and little twinkle lights someone had put up on the awning of Chef's Pizza ("Home of the Big Chef!"). 

No one walked the rain-drenched sidewalks, no annoyingly loud pickup trucks revved their way past the library. The locally-infamous locally-owned drive-thru fast-food chain had its big red lettering lights turned off for the night, and everything seemed asleep. Not at peace, per se, but definitely asleep.

No "silent night", but pretty damnation quiet, if you ask me. 

It's amazing to me, to think that such a long time away, two-thousand-something years away, regardless of your religious convictions, a baby was born. It didn't matter at that moment what deity you worshipped and why. It didn't matter if that child would grow to be a historical figure, a prophet, or the Godsent Messiah. It just mattered that he was alive. Breathing. Born. 

Now, whether he was born to a holy virgin and a lowly carpenter or a poor Nazarene girl and a woodcarving liar is up for debate, but what isn't is that that baby, that infant, that tiny bundle of joy, of love, of life, changed the world. To some, he would grow up to die for our sins. To some, he foretold even greater things. But to all, he taught people that love is what matters.

I could go on and on. I could spout out the whole schtick about being "slow to anger and quick to forgive", but that's not my style.

Just... try to love, okay?

That's all. Try to love. Everyone.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Yule, Sol Invictus, or whatever you observe.

And hey, you know what the best gift is?

You are alive.

Savor that. Relish in it. You are alive.

Say it aloud. "I am alive." Breathe in, and out again. 

You are alive.

I love you. Good night.

Getting wisdom teeth out in February...

Hallelujah, it's Christmas break!! Finally gonna be able to finish that reread of Mistborn!

I'm catching up to you this week...

Good night, all.

I thought this new profile image slightly more festive. 

Might change it back after New Year's. 

Oh thanks Night Vale, now I'm afraid of beagles.  

Still love you though. Always will.

This is a bittersweet day.

I am now fully caught up on Welcome to Night Vale (Just in time for Episode 100!). 

Weirdness has abounded, and hopefully will continue to do so. 

I now have to wait for the 1st and the 15th, like the rest of you people.

Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?

Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?

Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?

My sisters watch this show lol

Trumpocalypse 2016

I for one support our new toupe'd overlord.

I've decided to change my profile picture to something that more adequately represents my current mental state.

I wish I was a Kate Bishop, but I'm more of a Clint Barton.

I finally solved the biggest problem in putting together the final revision draft! #showerthinkingismagic

"Yester-evening, I sat in my nook reading some old books, till late on towards twelve."