All Your Derpface are Belong to Memebase
After braving the parallel universe that is Memebase, ignoring any terrible visions of the apocalypse, I came to a conclusion: the English language as we know it will pretty much cease to exist.
In between writing and getting way overexcited about it, I like covering my teddy bears with blood and playing with knives in a dark forest. I like blood and disturbing things in general. I think nature gave me this perversion to balance out the other side of me which is always busy loving people, being scarily happy, laughing for no reason and having orgasms while staring at the moon or something equally beautiful. I kind of felt like making this description look like the back cover of a bestseller, just to make myself feel important, but then I realised that the only impressive things about me are: an unpronounceable name, coming from a tiny country that you have difficulties placing on the map, having a "Friends" reference/quote for every possible situation you could find yourself in... so yeah, nevermind.
After braving the parallel universe that is Memebase, ignoring any terrible visions of the apocalypse, I came to a conclusion: the English language as we know it will pretty much cease to exist.