Me:OMG. WHAT IS AIR. MY BEAUTIFUL OTP BEING BEAUTIFUL. EVERYTHING IS ____ AND NOTHING HURTS. BRB DYING. MY CREYS, MY BEAUTIFUL CREYS. LEGIT TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE. WHY ARE THEY SO PERFECT? STOP BEING SO BEAUTIFUL. DEAD, I AM DEAD.
“You retrieve your UNBREAKABLE KATANA. A real hard sword for a real hard dude. It was said to be forged by an ancient Otaku Master over the heat of a roaring manga fire. It was cooled in an enchanted spring where virgin horses nicker and bathe, and was said could be used only by one whose pointy anime shades were deemed sweet enough, and whose hair existed in a perpetually sculpted state of looking completely fucking awesome. All of those things were said by you.”—I love you Hussie (via trionfi)