‘‘Let me take you somewhere I can’t explain…’‘
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@arippleinthesky
‘‘Let me take you somewhere I can’t explain…’‘
ventures
w/ music - my shop
@sinfuldesires-z omg
I’m going to think this way for a while.
I’m going to stop selling myself short.
This is why when people go “oh hey wanna look at my art? I MEAN IT’S SO BAD I DID SUCH A TERRIBLE JOB” my first instinct is to just tell them “nah, I’m good” I really hate self-deprecation. It does you no good. It does me no good. Stop it.
I find it really interesting and a bit relieving that people are identifiying with the boy in this image set and not making the typical niceguy comments.
You’ll be happy to know that there’s more to this than what’s been shown here; behold!
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@imuffinator
#Awww#this scene is 10x cuter ;-;#thanks Ren
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Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half
“Somebody come get her, she’s dancin’ like a stripper"
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“Are you lonely?”
Lindsay C. Gibson, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents
“There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You’re just sick of the tunnel.”
— Ranata Suzuki (via ranata-suzuki)
Perhaps the deepest way to love is to show someone the truth about themselves, no matter how ugly, how heavy, how overbearing it is. And then hold them whilst they slowly realise the magnitude of who they are. Hold them and let them cry.
Nikita Gill, Excerpts from “Hope and Other Almost Tragic Things Like It.”