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🙈💦 its a sweaty boy

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🐣🎉 #easter #art #happyeaster

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I don't know why the flash made my paper blue but nonetheless, i present, a handsome boy.

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me pressing this stupid lamp at 1am to wake that bitch up

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The sun does pretty things 💛

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went ahead and took a trip 

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how do you do that corrupt style with the anti? it looks so cool *v*

Well first ya take your boy who has a spaghetti stain and make sure everything’s in one layer

Duplicate the layer and then add two new layers above what you just duplicated

Set the new blank layers to “Screen” and turn on “Clipping”

Color the blank layers in with green and pink at the highest saturation

Now combine the colors to their respective layers

Set the top layer to “Multiply” and everything should look normal…

Until you move one layer slightly :0c

And you can do this with pretty much any color as long as they’re on opposite sides of the color wheel! This is also the same method I use to do the Darkiplier 3D effect

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gay culture is using you and u in the same sentence

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when andrew rannells laughs and his face goes all scrunchy and does .. The Thing reblog if you agree

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She is my secret.

I hide her in my work schedules and friend dates. She exists in my contacts as “Dumber” with an eyerolling emoji. When I bring her up, she is always with her boyfriend Martin, strategically named after a gay best friend.

She exists in the shadows of hotel rooms after night audit and street lamps outside of my always bustling sidewalk. Bitemarks on my left hand remind me of her, the matching bracelet bought in a San Franciscan pier tied to the same wrist to claim her, we. Her hand is a puzzle piece that fits perfectly into the crook of my own, my own molding her fingerprints into my skin.

At night, I cuddle the blanket a freezing room delivered to me with a Green Tea Frappuccino. The scent of her sweetness settles over me, softer than the blanket itself and I breathe it in. I let it fill me until I can’t escape the scent. I soak it in until I remember it, until I can smell it when I’m no longer beside her.

She is my promise.

I keep her in my chest, where her head lays, absorbing her dreams and making my own. She reminds me that I am me; there are no labels for who I become when beside her. There are no stickers that read, “Hello, my name is Leila and I am in love with a woman.” There’s no need.

I already know.

She rests at the back of my mind, always. The sound of a laugh that sways from sarcastic to genuine depending on the conversation we find ourselves in. It plays in every person I look at, in every attractive person that walks by. It hums and becomes its own song until other people become nothing more than names matched with faces that hold no significance because they don’t resemble her own.

She is a promise that I will love who I love and will be who I will be and live the life that will let me lie down one day and never regret the taste of her lips against mine on an elevator ride to Apple Bees.

She is my safety.

The feel of her arms wrapped over my waist in the dead of night, whispering, “come here” when I find myself creeping towards the edge of the bed, brings me warmth. The feel of her chest rising and falling, the sound of her breathing turning into snoring that lulls me in and out of slumber. I crave it.

From the passenger seat of her car, the way her hand sneaks into mine before being playfully yanked into her bite. I play with her fingers, stroking one finger then the next, memorizing the lines in her palm and the way she relaxes under my touch. I smile. Rain pours, and she speeds down the road, the freeway, the neighborhood, and I never get scared. I don’t feel worried or anxious.

I’m safe. There. Beside her.

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Listen to Lin-Manuel Miranda and Ben Platt Perform a Hamilton and Dear Evan Hansen Mashup

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attention:

ok, i want to have more friends on tumblr bc i feel like this community is very nice and overall amazing, so reblog if you like any of these things and we can become friends or something: 

stranger things

it

dodie

paramore

80s films

80s music (bowie, the smiths, the cure, depeche mode, classic 80s music, etc.)

coffee and vintage things (idk, i’m running out of things…)

ok, thank you for your time!

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hmmm

so i kinda still draw.

this is a friend of a friend, im going to start charging her for making work <3

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im screeching

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... But they're not....???