Everyone Ты meet appears to have tentacles growing out of places that Ты wouldn't expect tentacles to be growing from.
Ты start out each morning with a 30-minute jog around the bathroom to practise your shunpo power.
Ты write to your mother in Karakura, Япония every week, even though she sends Ты mail from Iowa asking why Ты never write.
Every time Ты see a улица, уличный sign, Ты have a tremendous urge to relieve yourself on it.
Ты put oranges on your head because Ты heard it will ward of evil dandruff spirits.
You're always having to apologize to your Далее door neighbour for setting огонь to his lawn decorations, mistaken as hollows.
Every "bwahaha" Ты hear on the radio reminds Ты of death.
People stay away from Ты whenever they hear Ты howl.
Your breath smells еще and еще like an arrancar dung each passing day.
Nobody listens to Ты anymore, because they can't understand Ты through that hollow mask.
Ты begin to stop and consider all of the hell Бабочки you've played on as a child, and worry that their owners are going to one день seek revenge.
Ты have meaningful conversations with your Bunny.
Your father pretends Ты are a shinigami, just to play along with your little illusion.
Ты collect Bleach Posters.
Every time the phone rings, Ты shout, "Hey! It should be the hollow signal alert!"
Ты like cats. Especially black ones having velvet eyes.
Ты put вишня blossom petals in the microwave to see if they'll pop a blade.
Ты have a predominant fear of fabric softener.
Your dentist asks Ты why each individual tooth has your name etched on it like Toshiro, Byakuya, Rukia, Ichigo..., and Ты tell him it's for security reasons.
Swords excite you.
When the waiter asks for your order, Ты ask to go into another dimension to tell him because "the hollow won't let Ты eat."
Ты tend to agree with everything your mother's dead uncle tells you.
Ты argue with yourself about which is better, to be eaten by FURA или to be loved by a horde of menos grande.
Ты like to sit in cornfields for prolonged periods of time, and pretend that you're a "Shinigami on duty".
Ты try to make a Список of the Warning Signs of Bleach Insanity. (cough)
People offer Ты help, but Ты unfortunately interpret this as a violation of your rights as a strawberry.
Ты keep thinking this is the год 100 years ago, when Hollowfication was rampant.
Ты despise the voices in your head, especially the one that speaks only in JApanese.
Ты see migrating group of rabbits in the fall and only your attachment to the тостер keeps Ты from joining them.
The person Ты always talk to is invisible to everyone but you.
Ты like Чтение lists like this.
Ты start out each morning with a 30-minute jog around the bathroom to practise your shunpo power.
Ты write to your mother in Karakura, Япония every week, even though she sends Ты mail from Iowa asking why Ты never write.
Every time Ты see a улица, уличный sign, Ты have a tremendous urge to relieve yourself on it.
Ты put oranges on your head because Ты heard it will ward of evil dandruff spirits.
You're always having to apologize to your Далее door neighbour for setting огонь to his lawn decorations, mistaken as hollows.
Every "bwahaha" Ты hear on the radio reminds Ты of death.
People stay away from Ты whenever they hear Ты howl.
Your breath smells еще and еще like an arrancar dung each passing day.
Nobody listens to Ты anymore, because they can't understand Ты through that hollow mask.
Ты begin to stop and consider all of the hell Бабочки you've played on as a child, and worry that their owners are going to one день seek revenge.
Ты have meaningful conversations with your Bunny.
Your father pretends Ты are a shinigami, just to play along with your little illusion.
Ты collect Bleach Posters.
Every time the phone rings, Ты shout, "Hey! It should be the hollow signal alert!"
Ты like cats. Especially black ones having velvet eyes.
Ты put вишня blossom petals in the microwave to see if they'll pop a blade.
Ты have a predominant fear of fabric softener.
Your dentist asks Ты why each individual tooth has your name etched on it like Toshiro, Byakuya, Rukia, Ichigo..., and Ты tell him it's for security reasons.
Swords excite you.
When the waiter asks for your order, Ты ask to go into another dimension to tell him because "the hollow won't let Ты eat."
Ты tend to agree with everything your mother's dead uncle tells you.
Ты argue with yourself about which is better, to be eaten by FURA или to be loved by a horde of menos grande.
Ты like to sit in cornfields for prolonged periods of time, and pretend that you're a "Shinigami on duty".
Ты try to make a Список of the Warning Signs of Bleach Insanity. (cough)
People offer Ты help, but Ты unfortunately interpret this as a violation of your rights as a strawberry.
Ты keep thinking this is the год 100 years ago, when Hollowfication was rampant.
Ты despise the voices in your head, especially the one that speaks only in JApanese.
Ты see migrating group of rabbits in the fall and only your attachment to the тостер keeps Ты from joining them.
The person Ты always talk to is invisible to everyone but you.
Ты like Чтение lists like this.