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To be honest that makes sense for me and why my art be looking like that

I just found this quiz and it’s, phenomenal

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No take your time if you need it :D

I JUST FOUND TO REFUSE DEATH AND IM IN LOOOVE FZUYKYZUTEZEYZY

HSHDABKSHD AHH MATE M GLAD U LIKED IT!!!

i. really should go back ot it. but iveb en struggglinggg

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This is beautiful

I made this so now all y'all have to look at it.

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This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.

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Was on a call with a friend when the new update came out Drawed some stuff for it

Here's the concept art

The green dog is a follower that he named after me :D

Here the finished product

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It has been an honor to see this post

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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

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You are mine but not in a controlling way not in the way that you belong to me no you belong beside me I respect you and we stand beside each other hand in hand we help each other we con exist with out each other but a bird can fly with just on wing

-a thought I had while sitting in a chair

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Ok So I found this ring at a flew market and I have know idea were it is from I look it up on Google nothing, pintrest nothing, even ask my MOM for help NOTHING. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP DID I PICK UP A CURSED RING OR A SECRET ORGANIZATION CLUB RING??????

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My mom's friends moving and she had a bunch of stuff she had to get rid of and I HAVE BEEN GIFTED THESE TO LITTLE GUYS

I don't have names yet

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Here's a poem I did for extra points at school

PERCH

As I look up to the sky 

Im reminded of how i use to fly

The fresh wind brushing my hair 

Warm hands holding me full of care

But I can know longer take flight

For I am Trapped in this metal cage filled with fright

Being pushed down down down into the mud

Where I can no longer look up above

The hands of care grow weak

My future looking bleak

Instead replaced by the claws of a beast

Prying,clawing,diging in to my sockets as we speak

the reality these claws hold as I find out isnt my own

for know I dig up though the mud

to continue on my journey which is up above

back to the sky were I belong

carrying the lessons of life but not on my own

as the hands of care are not just a set of one

but are are dozens waiting to be perched on

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Without death we would not be able to be released from these vessels of flesh and bone, never being able to become what most asume is are purist form, to begin are journy to the beyond something are brains can't even comprehend, to let our vessels rest back to the earth and for ourself to see what lies there what has watched us and is waiting to finally say hello