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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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oozey mess
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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YOU ARE THE REASON
taylor price
i don't do bad sauce passes
almost home

JBB: An Artblog!

Love Begins
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Origami Around
$LAYYYTER

#extradirty
Keni

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@artmiamor
Sisters! "No you slide down first!"
#instacollage #artmiamor
Happy st Pattys day!
#throwbackthursday
#furrypanda #iminlovewithapanda
Film or Fantasy
When I dream it's always a mystery to me how to catalog the experience. I sometimes feel as though I'm watching a movie, outside of the dream world I'm in watching myself or others experience a variety of scenarios. Other times I'm the fantasy, in my own skin while I am aware others watch me. I have gathered that when I'm the viewer I'm perhaps observing myself work on an emotionally connected story, while when in my own skin it is a physical realm I seek to uncover. I used to be exhausted by dreams, I dreaded them and would consume whatever I could to ward them off at night. Now I embrace the change in the world that I get to experience only in my dreams. The perspective I only get when watching a film or acting out a fantasy in life has penetrated the way my sub-conscience processes the day emotionally or physically. I've grown to need the entertainment of those unique insights, now I miss the dreams on nights when I don't have them. And surprisingly I remember them as though I where being entertained. A movie in the mind and soul.
Retrograde
Believing in the only thing that works for me romantically has removed many opportunities for love in my life, but saved my integrity. I don't know that it's right to be stubborn, or so unchanged by love. Even when avoiding hurt, I fall like everyone else. I skin my knee on the prospect of rebirth into an ideology that suits me, but pushes others away. Am I making a mistake, or am I being true to myself? Will I regret those people I've lost, or save them from lies that eventually destroy us all?
Honest living. Limits those who want to love me, but saves them from me too. The irony is too much. I'm the one who suffers either way, don't they see the sacrifice?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6p6PcFFUm5I
"You talkin to me?" Rowan and Alex
:)
Anita Ekberg
It Girl & the Atomics #8 // Mike Allred & Laura Allred
#comics #superhero
Alex Grace Halstead loves to take pictures of herself with Aunt Bea's phone.
Rowan Jane Halstead loves games :) (at Logan Square)
Watercolor 5x7
Rollerblading on a path that's close to the house :) (at Longtucky)