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Asked by Anonymous

seven insecurities:

-umm, my tummy, my face, my voice, my instrument playing, my hurdle form, da booty, umm, idk

six fears:

-spiders, darkness, being unaccepted, isolation, drowning, fire

five turnons:

-already did those

four life goals:

-become a badass teacher, get married, have like 1000 kids, get my poetry published

three fears:

-i don’t have anymoreeeeee

two weaknesses:

-“incredibly attractive men… and you’re ticklish” -Drew

one thing you love:

-band     “NEEEEEEEEERD” -Drew

Yellow;)

Asked by Anonymous

1. smell like American Eagle calogne

2. be taller than me

3. bring me food

4. have pretty eyes

5. kiss my hand bc its cute

do it.

red: seven insecurities
orange: six fears
yellow: five turn ons
green: four life goals
blue: three fears
indigo: two weaknesses
violet: one thing you love

letsenjolrevolutionthings:

silentcartoon:

blueskyesartic:

131-di:

neonreverberations:

creamsiclesquid:

yusufdaistanbooty:

lsama:

sn0wman:

harryfloorcorn:

What’s your superhero name?

IT IS I, THE VICTIM OF CAPITALISM

The Kickass Corpse on Life Support.

This actually sound really cool.

Just another White College Bro
>_> no

Super Functioning Alchoholic

well shit

It is I, The Civilian Casualty

Just Another Functioning Alcoholic

WHY AM I ALWAYS AN ALCOHOLIC

SUPER WHAT’S HIS NAME

Alrighty 8u

THE SPECTACULAR…

…..pedestrian.

Are you serious right now.

Bad Motherfuckin Victim of Capitalism…

I AM THE ONE, THE ONLY BLACK MAN IN AMERICA

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Foreshadowing

(Source: aluminiumcrutch, via spoken-not-written)

Do you know how it feels to finally do something for yourself, to protect your own heart, and have people hate you because of it? Anger turns into tears and voices crack at the thought.

late night writing #creativity

I’m drowning in a dull sea of blue light; my lungs are filling up with words never said as they pour down from my brain. What I see is beautiful despair, and where I am is not home. My body floats within the vast emptiness of my blackened, rotting soal as I listen to your voice encapsulated in my memory. My own arms are wrapped around my bloody body, waiting for anything to grab a hold of. Dying doesn’t seem all too bad when Death has your eyes.

fetchanimation:

decided to make a powerpoint to help people differentiate between studios with 2D films (cuz it drives me mad when people say anastasia is disney, etc)

of course i have left anime out of the spectrum because i would be doing this damn thing forever, and a lot of great little indie 2D animations have also been omitted. this is purely mainstream, feature-length american animation.

sorry if i’ve made any spectacular omissions. please message me if i have and i’ll fix it. i know there are a few disney films missing but i couldn’t bear adding melody time, make mine music…etc.

oh yeah, and a few people have touched on roger rabbit, as he appears in the park & in merchandise - I made a little note on one of the images about it, and i would prefer to keep the film separate as the actual studios who animated it weren’t a part of the disney animation studios

annddd a link to a 3D animation one

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Elphaba: That's the girl he chose...and heaven knows...
Elphaba: I tried...don't let them in don't let them see...
Director: No, no wrong song! Let's just start the scene over!
Elphaba: Am I always starting over? In a brand new-
Director: No! You know what? Let's just take-
Elphaba: ME FOR WHAT I AMMM

" There are all of these stories about broken people being saved by love,
All these comments by preteen girls who think it’s adorable,
There is nothing adorable about broken people.
There is nothing adorable about having to wake up your girlfriend at 5 in the morning because you cannot stop yourself from relapsing by yourself.
There is nothing adorable about debating about not waking her up, debating if you getting out of bed to relapse would wake her up.
There is nothing adorable about sometimes going so numb you can’t even say I love you back because you can’t feel any emotions.
There is nothing adorable about having panic attacks whenever she says you need to talk, because you’re so terrified she’s going to leave you.
There is nothing adorable about self-harm or any mental illnesses. Please, please, please stop saying there is. "

The more I sit here and feel my heartbeat in my fingertips, the easier it is, I find, to overthink many things. The later the clock runs, the more my eyes fill with tears that overflow and cascade down my cheeks. And my mind runs through memories and thoughts of future; and I find myself thinking about things that could have changed in my life. What if I had never looked your way; perused your presence; attempted to talk to you at all? What would my life be if I never met that one person? Who would I have become if I had picked one thing over another, or refused to talk to one person who has impacted me?

And as I sit under my light blue lights ag midnight, I think about what I’ve done wrong, and what I will do wrong in the future and present, near or far. Did I do the right thing in freshman year? Was it right to cut this person off? Maybe I should have given them a second chance.

But what I find the most difficult is to think of myself in this sence. Am I doing what’s best for me? Am I helping myself, or building up a barrier around my heart? Should I open up and take a chance at pain, or should I enclose myself and slowly commit suicide from the inside of myself?

huffingtonpost:

THIS DOG’S FINAL DAY PROVES WE SHOULD LIVE EVERY DAY LIKE IT’S OUR LAST

The Roberts family knew they had to put their beloved dog, Duke, to sleep after the cancer began to take over his body. So, they decided to make his final day on Earth his most special.

See more photos from Duke’s last day that will bring you to tears here.

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