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Zayn for British Vogue (December issue) by Scott Trindle

“Please don’t use ‘I love you’ as a filler when you’ve got nothing to say. Don’t use it as an alternative for ‘sorry’. Don’t use it when you’re feeling bad or mad. Don’t use it to escape an argument. Don’t say it out of pity. Don’t use it against someone. Instead, please use it wisely. Calm yourself then think once, twice, or maybe even a hundred times before using it. Question yourself before uttering it. Make sure you know it’s what you feel before saying it. Say it only to the right person. Say it because you mean it. Say it because not saying it makes you anxious. Say it because there’s no other word nor phrase that compares to how you feel. Say it because that person earned your trust to hear it and last; Say this to yourself. You deserve it.”

— 3 am thoughts (via suspend)

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How do you leg. And arm

I’m not really good at tutorials(?) but uhh I usually just do a tube arm (this works for legs too)

Then sometimes I spice it up and add joints

I pretty much draw lighting bolts then connect them.

eventually you get the hang of it and the lighting bolt just becomes part of the tube.

I hope that helps?? Also go watch speed draws and paints and watch how other artists do it to help you get a better idea

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“I love you,’ he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.”

— Jodi Picoult (via coral)

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“I was always the one who gave. You took and took and took, though you always told me you loved me. That’s why I stopped loving you. But you never even realized, because you never paid attention to anyone but yourself. I can’t remember a single thing you’ve ever given me, other than exhaustion—and that exhaustion came in perfect doses, just enough so I wouldn’t be completely destroyed, and would stay with you for exactly as long as you needed me. I stopped loving you because I was tired. But since you never paid any attention to me, you never understood how tired I was.”

— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”