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opened up the pool drain and found a dead boy scout in there so i guess i got lunch figured out

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Jo doing digital art?? More likely than you think

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this tweet is literally never not on my mind

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starting this painting of a photo of my grandma in the late 60s

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i am, once again, on the right side of twitter

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Thank you for the tag:)

@nashobushi

Thank you @misty-scatorccio for tagging me! This was really nice to make!

Pinterest search:

Lyrics, place, outfit, character, colour, aesthetic

Scarily accurate actually

Absolutely no pressure to do this, BUT

Tags!

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Boyfriend called me badass in these photos his mom took, little does he know that shirt is from the little girl’s section

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parallels I drew from the Rainer Maria Rilke poem, To the Younger Brother, and part of the Meow Wolf Grapevine's The Real Unreal.

The room with the camper genuinely brought tears to my eyes it somehow to me symbolized my struggles so well

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It was my boyfriend’s 18th birthday yesterday, which was awesome. However I find it very funny that we spent the morning of his 18th birthday sitting in the same office chair watching a video on option trading together bc now he’s of legal age to start option trading.

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using my scholarship essays as speech practice>>>

Tw for mentions of anorexia and weight

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The Yerres, Rain (1875) by Gustave Caillebotte

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Finished this painting for my boyfriend

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put up my cows skull i think it looks nice, gotta get some more posters for my wall... or maybe another skull...

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henna :>

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Here’s a little vignette I wrote!

I posted the rough draft of this a long time ago but I’m looking for critique now

Tw for the work beneath the cut- relatively graphic descriptions of eating disorders and medical settings, this portrays my experience with my own disorder

November 15, Psychiatric hold room, 10:34 a.m

We are the only people in the ER.

We are waiting for the nurse to return with paper scrubs, a urinalysis cup, and the answer to the question ‘why us?’

My mother has stopped crying.

Until she looks up at me once more, and begins to sob again.

"I'm sorry momma."

I hug her. I'm scared. I'm real scared. More scared than I have ever been and ever will be.

In the embrace I feel hands on my sides. Her hands on my sides. Sides on which the intercostals are rotted, and only ribs remain. Up and down —up and down— feeling every ridge.

Up-

Floating.

False.

True.

Then down again-

True.

False.

Floating.

Each one, I realize, is counted beneath her fingertips. A mother’s hands are cradling her baby's skeleton.

Then, the room gets cold. This time, it is not the sickness or the chilly November air that makes me shiver. It is a new ache that has settled in those very bones she is holding, and one that will never go away.

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*early 90s, New Orleans*

House: *lighting a cigarette* "When I graduated high school you were 11, isn't that weird"

Wilson, so drunk he can't stand straight: "Can yuo put that out on me"