1. 20:42 27th Aug 2014

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    4 months and my brother still cant hold down a job

    I have to go and borrow money to cover his rent yet again

    20 yrs and i still hate my birthday every fucking year lol

     
  2. 12:35

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    Tags: wasting ur time

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    Rad

    Rad

     
  3. i cant believe im already 20

    Please make me forget by giving me etsy money (dis me) or steam money (gabymon)

     
  4. 10:49

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    Reblogged from blahhaus

    Fiona Apple, 1997.

    (Source: mangomamita)

     
  5. 10:47

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    Reblogged from miaoumint

     
  6. Some shirts my sister gave me for my bday

     
  7. 12:20 26th Aug 2014

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    Reblogged from ddarkahn

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    wire-man:

There were no survivors.

    wire-man:

    There were no survivors.

    (Source: arcaneimages)

     
  8. 12:19

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    Reblogged from ddarkahn

    (Source: panicvision)

     
  9. 00:27

    Tags: my art

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    equine girl that plays basketball in her free time ALSO my first attempt at a drawing with my new tablet (intuos pro touch yallll) :*

    equine girl that plays basketball in her free time ALSO my first attempt at a drawing with my new tablet (intuos pro touch yallll) :*

     
  10. 12:32 24th Aug 2014

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    Reblogged from fleurdulys

    pinmeupagainstthesky:

    These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

    And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

    Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.