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sheepfilms
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$LAYYYTER
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Sweet Seals For You, Always
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr

ellievsbear
d e v o n
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵

oozey mess
Mike Driver
Sade Olutola
Claire Keane
The Bright Sessions

Origami Around
The Bowery Presents
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@godbless-your-black-heart
moved to @easy-2-breathe go follow over there and stuffs
Confess something you've thought about me on anon
made this form to gauge the overlap of tmbg fans and people who have read ihnmaims
anyone who sees this please fill this out for science
it seems incredibly common for the tmbg fandoms and ihnmaims fandoms to overlap and so i wanted to gauge how true that is
made this form to gauge the overlap of tmbg fans and people who have read ihnmaims
anyone who sees this please fill this out for science
it seems incredibly common for the tmbg fandoms and ihnmaims fandoms to overlap and so i wanted to gauge how true that is
Memory Lane
You've lived many years up to this point, many months, many weeks, many days, many minutes, many seconds. Yet recalling slips through your fingers.
Here you are, today, and what you have is the here and now and what lies ahead. What is now behind you lags far behind and it eludes you.
You are not sure exactly how you got where you are. Looking at the path behind you is foggy, blurry. Only few things are discernible in the fog, most is close by, things you just past.
Though yet, you are able to discern few things long past. Some more distinct than others. Some more sharp, some losing their edges in the fog.
Some things aren't worth seeing again.
Who you are is uncertain, as blurry as the fog and trail behind. Lost in what you can no longer see.
Even yet the road you tread now would not be the same path without the passage previous.
Scary,isn't it? Not seeing how you got here?
You continue walking. The fog inches ever closer.
And you forget the path close behind. Consumed by the blurry fog, eaten by the static. Hard to discern. Sharp edges nibbled away ,it blurs into the grey.
Maybe you can see it if you try harder. You squint you widen your eyes you rubs them you blink. Some things become easier to see,some don't.
You have to try harder. Maybe just maybe if your write down stuff you saw before maybe it'd be easier to pick out the shapes in the fog.
But the fog catches up. And you cant seem to find where your put your notebooks.
You can't retrace your steps. You're getting lost.
The fog creeps up. Closer. Closer. Ever closer.
You don't know what you're doing. Or who you are. It's lost in the white.
Sometimes some things get sharper. The future is hard to see and you inch closer.
You exists in the white nothingness. Stuff behind you fading quickly into the fog. Nothing seems real. And it's worse.
You're desperate for answers most people don't even have to ask.
The now, right now, is the only clear thing. Even then it doesn't feel real.
Your road is far more foggy than anyone you've known.
And you're alone
And you're scared.
I'm scared.
I feel so fuckin' numb It hits my head, and I feel numb My body's lookin' wrong My body's lookin' wrong My body's lookin' wrong
the loneliest girl in the world
just like grandpa. guess it runs in the family
experimenting with the style
did this for a blog graphic and its one of my favorite pieces i've done.
working on a companion piece, hopefully that one will be as good
(unfinished) drawing of nimbus as frank-n-furter
started watching aquabats
jimmy the robot i lik him quite alot
most of the drawings i've done of this guy so far
thinking i'll name them heretic maybe
i am my own martyr. i die for my own sins and for anyone who listens.
should i post a drawing i like
should i post a drawing i like
should i post a drawing i like