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Hey, I was going to delete this blog but I can't, so instead it's just going to exist here. You can unfollow if you'd like because I will no longer be active. I will be using a new blog. Thank you. :)

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Untitled - Kyle Thompson

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[iloveryanstiles]

New York-based artist Kim Keever drops paint into water-filled aquariums to create unpredictable abstract displays of color and form.

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My philosophy is this: Do not tamper with the anatomy of a woman’s body; do not camouflage it. -Oleg Cassini

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At What Age Should You Start Shaving Down There?

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Reblog if you're female and don't shave your legs.

Just checking....

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So I wrote this poem.

My voice, often not heard. I fight to be louder but something stops me. Voice tembeling while speaking to or in front of people. Why? My sweaty palms grasping at the money before I pay. Practicing every word before I step foot into the store. I have the exact change, I pray to god I do. Walking through the hallway, feeling eyes on me. They aren't even looking. Who eyes are they? They’re mine. Walking and telling myself they are judging. As if I was their victim or prey. I lied to myself. I was my own prey. Beating myself up. Verbally attacking myself. Telling myself, no it’s them thinking these things, not you. I created thoughts that weren’t worthy of my mind. When. When did I gather so much hatred for myself? When. When did I start to believe my existence was a joke. That the air I breathe mine as well be smoke. Toxicated. Not worthy of breathing. They say I’m just shy. They say I just need confidence. I need a lot more than just confidence. When I was young I didn’t have these thoughts. We come into this world flawless to ourselves. Scared of almost nothing. What happened to me? Why do the smallest things cause anxiety? Why do I look at myself and so desperately beg to be anyone but me? I asked myself this everyday. Something happened. I started to love myself. I wasn’t so scared of people anymore. I took my middle finger and said a big “Fuck you!” to myself. I’m done. I’m done being a prisoner to my own mind. I control you. I own you. And I will change the thoughts that you hurt me with. I will feel good about myself. I will not be scared of being social. My thoughts do not own me, I own them.

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The New Face of “The Scallywags" Madison Paige

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These prints are now available for purchase on the iam8bit website here:

Finn and Jake

Bubblegum and Marceline