For Dahae
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second

if i look back, i am lost
d e v o n
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blake kathryn
RMH

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pixel skylines
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
styofa doing anything
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium
$LAYYYTER

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Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@freakthink
For Dahae
I do not forget.
Some sketches for a mini-comic that never came to pass. I did have fun drawing Nina’s expressions, though. —————————– Lackadaisy is on Patreon - there’s extra stuff!
A group ne’er forgotten.
Why dont you go watch a studio ghibli movie and think about the power of love and kindness and maybe you'll calm down
This is how i feel lately, for the most part of all of everything that I feel.
The wild animal/serial killer/ghost that always drags itself across the porch at night is up to its old tricks again and I am still paralyzingly afraid of making eye contact with it.
Listen, we have a lot of spooky fun here on my blog, but I would without a doubt be irreparably psychologically damaged if I came face to face with an actual entity of some kind. I’m scared to make phone calls. You think I’d be able to handle a shambling night terror? Think again, babe. This is a fragile sort of anarchy. I’m a delicate boy. I’m a real soft kid. I’m three mental illnesses held together with Band Aids.
Whenever I joke about spooky stuff that’s going on, or being scared to be home alone, I always have this thought in the back of my head of, “Well, what if I do get murdered?” What if I die tonight, and the last post I made was, “Gonna’ get killed in the woods tonight! 🌲👻” or some shit? Will I become an internet urban legend? Will my blog be some kind of digital tourist trap where kids go to reblog my last words? Would it be part of the news coverage? “Local Shithead Too Busy Tweeting Jokes About Getting Stabbed to Notice Man With Knife”.
Try being so horriffically offensive to the entity that they are scared to come near you. It works for me.
Date your local necromancer. When you’re feeling down, they’ll help raise your spirits.
Alistair buddy are U alright. Do U need a bandaid or something pal, talk to me
very important: say hi to any crows you walk past, respect your corvids
You don’t deserve to be in my thoughts anymore.
(via sa-tobom-u-mislima)
Sonidoriy - http://arbour.web.fc2.com - https://twitter.com/sonidoriy
me casting evil spirits out of me home
“ get the fuck you you fucking pieces of shit I did not ask for you * waves incense* this smells so good get the fuck out”
With the right music you either forget everything or you remember everything.
http://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via kushandwizdom)