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