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might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk

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Fine Line Posters

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might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk

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lifehack: when you see a Take One candy bowl in a restaurant, wait until noones looking and shovel candy into your pockets. god may judge you but his sins outnumber your own

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when lizzo said “self love is survival” and when hannah gadsby said “do you understand what self-deprecation means when it comes from somebody who already exists in the margins? it’s not humility. it’s humiliation” and when mitski said “i used to rebel by destroying myself, but realized that’s awfully convenient to the world. for some of us our best revolt is self preservation”

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statues from Musée d’Orsay I drew a while ago

edit: they’re available as prints now !  

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I CANT BELIEVE I DREW THIS HAHA THIS IS SO DUMB

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“The absence of pain led to an absence of fear, and the absence of fear led to a disregard for consequence.”

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Reaching new heights with my self-projection: Shinsou is now an artist

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kings and servants

— sir william petty by issac fuller

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for personal reasons I have passed away

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i think about this scene all the time

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❝𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.❞ (𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝)

premise: corpse didn’t have pets. when asked why, he replied dryly with a strongly worded monologue: ‘they die anyway.’ you were tasked with fostering a puppy. here’s how corpse will react.

note: if you liked this fic, please reblog or leave a comment. :) thank you! this fic is for all the fonkymonkyfridays i missed :)

the coast was clear.

the apartment was thankfully quiet. there were no shoes against the door, a sure indication that your roommates have left for the day. the living room and kitchen were both deserted.

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“It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am.”

- Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë, 1847

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My final piece for the @antigravity-zine! Thanks for letting be a part of this project!