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Brent Wong.

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spotify is raising prices again here's the apk that gives you premium for free

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Oh that two year gap on my resume was when I was the architect of my own hell

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you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.

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man coming back to tumblr after years of inactivity is like. I don’t recognize most of my mutuals. But BOY do the posts y’all reblog tickle my haha funny bone

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♡ Your daily dose of cat memes ᓚᘏᗢ ♡

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blood test came back haunted

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Psyduck goes to therapy.

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opens box that reads "i wanna draw again". inside lies a note. the note says, "mental illness and difficult circumstances have taken years of interest, accessibility, and skill away from me. i want to forgive myself for that. i want to heal my relationship to my hobbies. i want to feel connected to something that once made me feel good, but the cyclic discouragement is difficult to overcome." i turn over the note. on the back it reads "wannta drawe sexy bodies awooga"

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——三郎，不要把某个人想像得太过美好。说一辈子只是远观倒也罢了。 一旦靠近，相识相知，完美的幻影终究会有破碎的一天。当那时候，你会很失望的。所以，忘了吧。反正很快就会没人记得了。San Lang, don't idealise someone as too perfect. It's fine if you only view them from afar for a lifetime. But once you get close, get to know them, there will eventually come a day when perfect illusions shatter. When that time comes, you'll be greatly disappointed. So, forget about it. No one will remember soon anyway. ——殿下！不会的。我不会忘的！我永远也不会忘你的！Your Highness! It won’t happen. I won’t forget! I will never forget you!

HEAVEN OFFICIAL’S BLESSING 天官赐福 🦋 2.12

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a gentle fact about this world is that people will want to help you. a cruel fact about it is that you do have to put on your big boy pants and open their contact on your phone and say some human words to ask them for it

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time for an ancient tradition….. how many of these artists have you heard of? miraculously i’m at 42

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy