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One. Do not promise when you’re happy. Two. When you are angry, do not respond. Three. Do not decide when you’re sad.

(via hemped)

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r u a cigarette bc u got a hot butt

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it probably seems like i cry over stupid shit but tbh i usually end up crying because i’ve stored up all of my upset feelings from multiple things rather than express them and then the littlest thing sets me off like spilling my drink may not be that big of a deal but when i’ve stored up that many negative emotions it feels like i busted a hole in the hoover dam

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Let’s “cuddle” and when I say cuddle I mean aggressively makeout and grab me everywhere

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wwhy

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my body isnt a temple my body is a castle with a moat and crocodiles and a dragon who will set you on fire if you touch me

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all photos copyright Full Tilt Photography.

In 2006 we made this little burger meal for a competition on Craftster.org. It got quite a bit of online traffic at the time. Couldn’t find the links, so I re-edited and uploaded these for Parisa. Me and Mr L put it together, and all the food was edible: baby onion, american cheese, baby gherkin, homemade bun, handcut fries. I made the tray and the drink out of polymer clay and printed up the Craftster branding. 

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Fun thing about a jack in the box, they eventually break. After so much time, so much effort of winding those wheels, those springs will eventually fall out of place. They will scramble, collide, grind, until those turning gears no longer turn, and you're left with a box with no creature that comes out to play. You're left with a broken object that means nothing

      a mere broken toy

             that only takes up                                                      s p a c e.

"wwhat’s a wway to screww my life ovver"

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        Eridan stared at the male, watching the soft rolls on his heels, the confusion, the blankness, the quirkiness of the male's face. He arched a brow at the male's seemingly nonsense muttering, but he only nodded to the male's shrug. He only understood partly of that, eyes training up to stare at the sky above them, the dark abyss. He almost seemed startled when the male asked him about the sickness, the tiredness.

"..Just tired, my brother." 

          Eridan rubbed his face again, hands sliding down, over his own gills. They seemed to not like the cold air, and his lungs ached dully. He sighed softly, pulling up his scarf, wrapping it around himself a few more times in compensation. 

"Just overly tired."

Seeing Stars. | Terminallycelestial

"Can’t say I’ve never been real lost none" he seems annoyed at you. Perhaps you should take your leave, you’ve never really been one for premature exits however. Still, your eyes slide up him-past him-into the darkness at his back. A thoughtful motion, you can’t say you do anything more than that for now, not until you’ve processed what you plan on doing.

“Eridan. Yeah, okay bro” you shift, put your weight on your heels, it’s not awkward so much as tentative, thoughtful, sliding your hands into your pockets.

“Just up and gettin’ my walk on yanno? Night’s all homey and shit to a motherfucker, be all up and lookin’ at the sky, gettin’ my wonder on about why I can’t just fall right up in that wicked bitch, since there ain’t really no up and down none ya feel?” you pause, debating whether anything you’ve said makes sense to anyone besides yourself, in the end rolling your shoulders in a shrug that speaks volumes about how little it truly matters.

A pause. Hesitation, like a hunting animal just before the pounce.

“You hurtin’ friend?” you inquire, your weight settling once more. Head tilting gently. “Don’t look like you’re feelin’ much good…” there’s this distant sort of concern you feel for most things. It’s new of course, you didn’t always care, didn’t for the longest time but now the feeling is all pervasive, if still a dull throb, the far away ache of an old wound.

“Wouldn’t wanna leave a motherfucker here if he’s sick or hurt ‘n shit”

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Tattoo by Alexandra Bawn 

@alexbawntattoo