i was not prepared for this
NASA
occasionally subtle

Origami Around

titsay
EXPECTATIONS
noise dept.
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YOU ARE THE REASON

shark vs the universe
d e v o n

if i look back, i am lost
art blog(derogatory)
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Kaledo Art

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trying on a metaphor
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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i was not prepared for this
Y que más puedo hacer?/ What else can I do?
Han sentido alguna vez que algunas cosas simplemente no están diseñadas para uno? Como las matemáticas o quizás practicar algún deporte. A mi me pasa con el amor, y es que a pesar de que aún soy joven hay una parte de mi que me dice que debo acostumbrarme a convivir conmigo misma y aceptar que este es un viaje que debo recorrer sola. Me he enamorado hasta con cada célula de mi cuerpo y he derramado lagrimas hasta secarme por tener el corazón roto. Estuve mucho tiempo (y quizás aun lo estoy) enamorada de la idea del amor, pero ya no creo que deba. No me mal interpreten, creo en el amor, pero me aterra pensar que este no crea en mí. Mucha gente me ha dicho que las cosas llegan cuando uno deja de buscar; que debo aprender a estar sola antes que con alguien, pero yo no creo que sea muy fácil. Considero esa afirmación, al menos en mi caso, como un sinónimo de decirle a alguien que esta muriendo de hambre que cuando deje de sentir hambre se le alimentará. Sin embargo, he gastado muchísima energía en este tema, me siento desgastada y confundida y quizás debería apagar ese sentimiento de anhelo tan grande que tengo. Al fin y al cabo, si no es en esta vida, ya será en la próxima.
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Have you ever felt like some things aren’t meant for you? Like maths or playing a sport. Well, in my case I feel like that when it comes to love. Despite of the fact that I’m still young there’s a part of me that’s constantly telling me that I have to get used to the fact that I’ll probably have to learn ti deal with myself alone and that this is a lonely trip. I have loved deeply with every heartbeat and also cried myself to sleep because of a broken heart; I have been a very long time in love with the idea of love, but now I’m not sure if I should still feeling that way. Don’t get me wrong, I believe in love, but I’m terrified of the idea that it doesn’t believe in me. A lot of people have told me that you get what you want in the moment you less expect it, or that when you learn how to deal without it it’ll get to you; I think it’s kinda cruel somehow, it is like telling someone who’s starving that once he/she stops feeling hungry he or she will be feed. Nevertheless, I’ve spent a huge amount of energy focusing on achieving true love and all those beautifull things you see when you watch people in love. But I think it is time for me to forget about that for a while. If it is not in this life…it’ll be in the following.
I want to be poetic
I want to be poetic
Gluing words together that form a mental collage
Using words, phrases, and comparatives that I dont use in real life
Because street talk is so boring but artsy talk is so pretentious.
I want to rhyme like Dr. Suess
And make my poems so obtuse
That they can mean a million things
From death to alchohol abuse
I want to be poetic
‘Cause its the only way that you will listen
And as we sat on my couch kissin’
Your boyfriend was in the bathroom pissin’
A now you’re lonely reminiscin’
After months apart you hit me up
Saying that you and him finally broke up
You ask if I’m down for a quick hook up
I’m sorry but I’m not your fucking back up
Exciting romance with some angst and some passion
Now lets try something really creepy on for fashion.
I want to be poetic
‘Cause its the ultimate form of romantic expression
I saw you at one of my friend’s jam sessions
Remember I asked what was your profession?
Well, at first I stayed my distance for your discretion
But then my crush turned into obsession
Can you guess how your panties got in my possession?
Please don’t make me have to use my aggression
I love you and You love me
That’s why I went on a killing spree
But you called the police you fucking traitor
I hope you enjoy the incinerator.
~That was fucking creepy~
But poems can be sweet
and not really mean anything at all
GSNK Rewatch ⇨ Episode 1: This Love… Is Being Turned Into a Shojo Manga
Did you know? Type O Blood was actually meant to be Type Zero blood, due to the lack of glycoproteins in the red blood cells. It was misread and is now called Type “O” blood. I guess you could call it a typo.
I’m going to throw a cake at your head
Fuwa Hyouka Circle by DestinyEx
bro, bro ur hand looks heavy. let me hold it for u.
Serpentine Gallery Pavilion designed by José Selgas and Lucía Cano.
That would be the best hot box
forcing your friend to watch your favorite tv show with you like
im both pleased and angered at how much attention this is getting
please stop
I can’t handle this website anymore
The Internet has brought out the gems of our humanity. And I ain’t complaining.
Group Assigments
Person: I have an idea
Me: So did Hitler
Texture is just a cheap tactic to make your art look cooler
#so this is what homeworld thinks of textures
IM AT CHURCH CAMP AND THEY ACCIDENTALLY JUST STARTED PLAYING SHOTS OVER THE LOUD SPEAKERS . THE FIRST LYRICS ARE LITERALLY “ARE YALL READY TO GET FUCKED UP” . YOU CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE THE FACES OF HUNDREDS OF HOMESCHOOLED CHRISTIAN TEENS UPON HEARING A SWEAR U DONT EVEN KNOW THE PASTORS JUST CASUALLY KEPT DANCING WHILE THEY STRUGGLED TO TURN IT OFF AHHHHAHAHHA
i can’t believe this happened in this exact sequence
50% of me: I want to be fucked so hard I can't walk the next day
50% of me: I need a lot of cuddles and kisses
me: fIGHT ME (ง︡’-‘︠)ง
me: *is afraid to ask people for help at stores* *stutters when ordering take out* *runs as fast as i can out of a room after i shut the lights off in case the shadow monsters try to get me* *will refuse to go back into a room after seeing a spider until i know for a fact it is gone*