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9:36 am, 09.28.2019 / visited the cutest little stationary store yesterday and i’ll definitely be going again. happy saturday!

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list of my favorite characters | I think I’ll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up - it always does in the end. (Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter)

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rly stupid thought here: what if there are cycles of you, like before you, there was another person just like you with a different name and after you die there will be one again. somewhere on earth. HAHA suck on that. my dumbass.

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some of the most recent posts on my studygram!

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HEY! Just wanted to congratulate you on second place! Can't wait to see your work! (:

Thank you!! <3 

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Thank you!

******* CONGRATULATIONS to 1st PRIZE WINNER @feliciachiao ********

With the above submission titled: Summer Bouquet

Prize is $200 Cash, and $100 worth of Denik sketchbooks/notebooks!

2nd Prize Winner is: @ahltimelow

Prize is $75 Cash, and $50 worth of Denik sketchbooks/notebooks!

Runners-Up: (receiving up to $25 worth of Denik sketchbooks/notebooks)

3. Manje   4. @skjelettking   5. @onethievingmoment   6. @bazilisek61   7. Julian De Narvaez   8. Kimmy Kay   9. Hezekiah Villafuerte    10. @ifearmebrain   11. @meeshbotanicals

All of the above, please email tyler@shopdenik.com to claim your prizes.

Honorable Mentions:

@ahoy-freedumb, @banisoup, Ted Casterline, Alexandra Couch, @yilingchangues, @une-barque-sur-l-ocean, @colours-and-sounds, Sloane Siobhan, @christinejung, Edita Udette, London Priest, Sarah Rodriguez, Devin Fredericks, Michelle Sherman, @nathanaelmikles, @rominacarrara, @sleepy-bleu, @lunabellenight, @deboracarolinyan, Dionne De La Cruz, and Savannah Imani.

Winning Art, and honorable mentions will be featured on the page over the next week. Congrats!

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Lost In Stereo – All Time Low

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im so annoyed rn :-)

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i want friends like this in large amount

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what if at this very moment, new planets are being formed, and there are new collisions and life forms. And humans have spent years researching how the world came into being, but its an everyday phenomenon. What if life and planets come into being every second like the way the way life on earth is birthed all the time. And if there is life in space, what if there is some force that will never ever let us meet it.

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sleepovers when ur little: omg ms bukket is SUCH a mean teacher >:( she yelled at me

sleepovers now: i dont think im capable of love

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as a procrastinating overachiever i feel like i don’t necessarily “half-ass” things, it’s more like a “3/4 ass”. like overall did i do pretty well? yeah. did i reach my maximum potential though? i think the fuck Not.

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more important to draw everyday than draw longer in one day

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The only thing that impresses my mother is grades and college. My brother’s gotten into CalTech and waiting for his other results. Who am I to change her values, when mine are so different. It is difficult to even talk these days. I don’t want to keep feeling like I owe her or myself to make her proud, or even satisfied. I wish I was fine on my own. I want to be able to drive so she does not. Time in the car is terrible and awkward. I want her to stop caring about me so I can escape. But I am held in a place I do not want to be in, dangling helplessly between guilt and blame. Guilt for disappointing her. Blame on her for the awkward tension and the pain. For years, this emotional storm has tore through us. One hurricane after another, each time washing away whatever was there before. We start anew, but we start wrecked and weaker. She does not care. I am happy, she says. She is happy when her thoughts are turned away from me. A Louis Vuitton purse, a beamer I scratched, a twisted mouth cursing skin of another color. She is all angles and harsh lines. class, indifference, repress your feelings. be smart. I am next to her, but never with her. She loves me, but does not know me. I do not know her.  She is a strange presence in my life teetering between controlling and indifferent. I want to leave. I love my mother because she toils so that I might be happy. She is the biggest challenge in my life. The one who motivates me to do better, but has her eyes set far above a place I would ever reach. She does not hear crash lands or calls for help. She sees the tips of my fingernails pass the finish line, and almost smiles. Then the feeling disappears.