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The Netherlands democratically puts a list of the 2000 best songs together every year around New Year’s and the biggest mystery every time is whether Bohemian Rhapsody wins again

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Baby armadillo.

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HEY FUCK, THAT VIDEO OF THE STREAMER PLAYING HOTLINE MIAMI AND HYPES HIS SHIT UP BUT THEN GETS IMMEDIATELY KILLED

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at night, to wind down, I like to play a little music. not practicing, not composing, just improvising and playing something to end the night with.

this is some of that music

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| I Used to Think I Was Smart | by Megan Alms

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i love it 

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find the schism between self-confidence and false bravado

squeeze through that unholy crack

all the doubt you’ve squirreled away, all the self-hatred you thought you’d cast out has but retreated to the great stores of your loneliness and remission

but do it

squeeze through

face the hideous truth of your pasts…the millions of pasts you’ve lived

the moments innumerable

when you shrunk away

when you hid yourself

when you ran

when you hated

you

yourself

the only one you’ve got

and when you’re there in that space

between true self-confidence, self-love and the pretension of who you say you are who you want to be

in that space where all your hatred seethes

when you’re there aswarm with the countless past demons you thought you’d vanquished with a lie

a lie of being biggger, better

a lie of uncaring, indifference

a lie of: I’m fine

when you face that horrible storm of truth

find solace

find strength

find love

in knowing you’re there at all…

in knowing how you felt

time and time and time again

of knowing you’ve lived

of knowing the storm somehow will pass

of knowing how if you summoned this much hate and this must evil in torment of YOURSELF and no one else, then you must even still be capable of change

you have changed before

when you tried to fit in

when you hid all this

when you lied so much

so too you will change again

and just imagine all the blessed bits of you you’ll shine

all the good spirits you’ll welcome into your life

all the new places you’ll go and

all the new people you’ll meet

live on everafter, live on evermore

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What an amazing amount of detail in this painting. (Source)

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I FINISHED HIM

HE TOOK OVER 27 AND A HALF HOURS

(edit:) TO EVERYONE SAYING NICE THINGS ABOUT THIS THANK YOU I LOVE YOU AND APPRECIATE YOUR KINDNESS🖤🖤🖤

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I realized that some of recovering from depression is changing your perspective on things. So I made my very first two-sided embroidery!

(etsy)

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..::Hello, we haven’t talked in quite some time::..

..::I know I haven’t been the best of sons::..

..::Hello, I’ve been traveling in the deserts of my mind::..

..::And I haven’t found a drop…

..::Of life :•: Of you :•: Of water::..

-Addict With A Pen

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Just a little sketch to try out Indian ink and the stylograph pen

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“Okay”

I’m here,

I’m queer,

I’m getting teary eyed.

Near is my end.

Fear is my friend.

Fear all my friends

Will forget

Me

Y’know?

Irrational,

A mere reaction to

My own past

Flashing in my brain

Clashing with phantom pain.

Rain

Is great.

Pain,

Not so much.

But it’s better than not

Feeling at all.

I caught myself

In the wrong spot

The other day.

I stopped myself

With the wrong thought

That someone will ask too many questions.

Rationality has naturally been

Factioning itself

Against me.

Leaving me

At the worst times.

As I write,

I think,

“These are the

Worst rhymes.”

But it’s not the

First time.

Since my birth I’ve

Been writing.

Just kidding,

That’s a lie.

Writing only came to me

Three years ago

It’s not the same to me

As it used to be though.

It’s gotten me farther

Than even my father

Could get me.

Nevermind about that.

I write poems to show him

That he isn’t allowed to

Explode in me

Anymore.

(And by him,

I mean me.

And by me,

I mean me).

Songs.

Music.

Art.

Whatever helps.

Maybe pain isn’t the only feeling.

I woke up late

The other night

And I remember me

Writing something

On my phone

It goes like:

“Can anything make me feel

Alive

Besides attempts

To die?”

And writing this now,

I ask myself why

I think that sometimes.

It’s not true.

I feel alive right now

Writing this now.

And I like that.

My mind is screwed up,

But I live

And I’ll be okay.

Okay?

Okay…

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··· i’ll jump right in and pull my pin

made over the course of three days, coffee, and missed french homework! hope you like it.

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yeehaw redraw of one of my most reposted gifs old one (2016): 

but now with trench included ;^)