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| This is off to a good start. |
I apologize in advance if this Pillow Boy review is lacking any particular zest or divine masterstroke of inspiration. I feel that such a change is due to an advancement in my personal maturity, which you will see in full via the paragraphs to come.
It feels like I'm completing some kind of cycle. I began watching this series with a ridiculously watery-eyed boy with a very specific face, and here we are, looking into each other's eyes like the young lovers we are. It couldn't have come at a better time. I'm realizing my place in life, and in the Beeble Bobble Bear household-cum-spooky bear cave. Beeble Bear is realizing Beeble Bear's place, too. And so is this show, this Pillow Boy. They are the central pillars upon which I now seat my entire being. Pillow Boy, Beeble Bear...I can't hate either of you for long.
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| F*ck off. |
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| See what I mean? |
Meet "Emori T Ryuushi." He gets to be called Mr. T, because I always take the easy way out. He is certainly a looker...in more ways than one.
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| Yep. Yeah. That helps. |
If any a Pillow Boy episode were screaming for a VR counterpart, this would be the one. I want to look up at the stars, but at the same time I am a lazy bear and the cave door is just so, so far away. Besides, I want to see them with one of my ever-increasing number of darlings.
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| ~yes~ |
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| F*ck you for real! |
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| Dude can't even respect my disability (not having arms, neck joints) |
But eventually, me and my fifth beau
did, in fact, see the stars together...
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| Go on. Say what you need to say. |
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| more like "a college student that LOVES TO BE PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE?????" |
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| I HAVE. NO. NECK. |
(thanks, YouTube, for that one screenshot: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFTaiWInZ44 )
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