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Hello. I'm Chachi. I'm 21 years old, and I live in the good ol' US of A.
Some of my favourite things include The Decemberists, The Legend of Zelda, Zooey Deschanel, Rainbow Dash, '90s cartoons, Star Wars, and many more. You should be aware that redheads are my kryptonite. I'm also rather musically inclined and very, very nerdy.
Feel free to reblog as you wish, but always give credit where credit is due. Don't claim my stuff as your own. If it's mine, I'll make it known; otherwise you can assume I don't claim ownership.
Enjoy.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
You basically just proved to me why I hate people I’m friends with hanging out with my brother.
What was my one stipulation? The one thing you both decided to go against. This is why I don’t trust people.
Problem is, I can’t say anything about it. I already don’t have many friends. I try to stand up for myself, I’ll be one lonely motherfucker.
I’m stuck. Destined to be a doormat my whole life.
FUCK SHIT ASS BALLS
I think I’ve finally figured out my “social anxiety”/”antisocial behaviour”
It’s not just that I’m awkward. It’s not just that I have a strange fear of social situations. It’s not just that I don’t enjoy spending amounts of time (large or small) with people (strangers or “friends”). It’s not just that I’m largely antisocial. It’s not just that I prefer to be alone. It’s not just that I’m jaded because 99% of the people I’ve ever met have walked all over me and stabbed me in the back.
It’s because people are stupid. It’s because I just generally hate people. It’s because I’m sick of the way people manipulate me and betray my trust.
It’s because everyone’s an outright bastard.
FUCK SHIT ASS BALLS
I just wrote a poem.
But I wrote it as an email draft on my phone. And before I could get it typed up, I accidentally hit “Discard”.
I can only remember the first and last lines:
It’s a cold one tonight
…
I guess I’ll go get a jacket.
The middle bit was actually pretty emotional and deep. Letting out some stuff I’ve kept bottled up for a while. Plus it was the first poem I’ve written in over a year. But I guess it wasn’t too important.
It is pretty cold out, though.
Just realised my one year “Tumblrversary” was three days ago.
This year’s been fucked up, youz guyz.
Haven’t been on Tumblr in a while. And my queue’s run dry.
But that’s because I finally got a Wii and Skyward Sword and a classic controller and Super Mario World and Ocarina of Time and aaaaaaahhhhhhh
No regrets.
My night. Yeah.
Also known as the night I drank entirely too much whiskey, blacked out, fell down the stairs, tried to fight my brother, almost got stabbed by the neighbour’s friend (for which my brother choked her out), injured my thumb, broke my glasses, and woke up wearing a different shirt than the one I started drinking in.
Moral of this story = whiskey brings out the fightin’ Irish in me.
Writing Marble Hornets is like…when life gives you lemons, but you don’t have all the stuff to make lemonade, but you start making it anyway. But you’ve also got open sores on your hands, so you’re like “Ow fuck, that hurts”, but then you taste the lemons and you find out that they still taste pretty good anyway.
Joseph DeLage
Doing a massive retooling of my Facebook friends list. Because I just don’t know a lot of people on there that well anymore. Not to mention I don’t talk to them.
Which will pretty much leave me with like 20 friends.
I am okay with this.
Shoot me some questions in my ask.
I’m planning on writing something of a tell-all, confessional-type thinger. The more material I have to work with, the better. So, if there’s anything you’ve ever wanted to know about me, go ahead, ask away. I am an open book at this point.
