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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@missladymax
“The Favorite” by Omar Rayyan
Favorite what? Demon?!
Loving the fact that whatever it is is wearing a matching flower.
18th century Lilo and Stitch
so i looked up some of this guys other stuff and I
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what the fuck
sexy parrot girls yeah ok
oh look the demon has little babies
HOLY WOW IT GOT EVEN BETTER.
kitty <3
Here begins a new journey of which I am woefully unprepared. Lights, camera....
Several words still remain key. The promises I made will hold. Time will tell if you hold your own. For now I step back and let nature run its coarse. I must learn patience above all.
Fuck you this is my blog. Here's another shit-ass reflection
Too much to do, too ignorant to take time for myself.
Sometimes not everything needs to be done and be done perfectly. I forget that...a lot. I work so hard on trying to prove self worth that I don't realize I've already been accepted by others. I think it's selfish of me, but in an odd way where I don't focus on me. I focus on what expectations are placed on me, yet I disregard my self the whole time. Its unhealthy....terribly, terribly unhealthy.
Today I was complimented on my artwork.Something I felt would never live up to any ones' expectations. It wasn't just someone kissing my ass, no, it was the most sincere compliment I've ever really received. He was essentially complimenting me on being me. It made me realize that the only person I should truly try to impress is myself. Drawing is what makes me happy and I usually only do so when I let myself be myself. Sadly, that's a rare occurrence these days. But I'm determined to make it a regular thing.
I'm going to make me happy. I can still pass my classes without breaking my back . A grade is just a number after all, I can still do everything I need to without being perfect. Sometimes okay is the best something can be. I forget that. For now, its time to eat, sleep, draw, and maybe have a little fun... ;) And again, fuck you this is my blog. Cheers <3
Squeeeeee <3
THIS CROW FUCKING UNDERSTANDS WATER DISPLACEMENT. WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO BE TOLD EVERY YEAR BY A TEACHER HOW WATER DISPLACEMENT WORKS. DO THEY THINK I’M LESS INTELLIGENT THAN A FUCKING CROW? FUCKING DONE.
Crows discovered the principle of displacement in the third century BC, when the philosopher Awkimedes, upon noticing the level of his bird bath rose in proportion with the amount of his body that was submerged, reportedly exclaimed “EURECAW!” and flew through the streets of Athens shouting his discovery.
EURECAW
Tumblr will believe anything smfh. The law that’s being described is Archimedes’ Principle and Archimedes of Syracuse(the guy who discovered this) said Eureka, not Eurecaw.
HURR HURR I’M A DOG [x]
These little fruits are holding him down
free him
Hope.
Accidents do happen. The only way I've learned to survive them is to be hopeful. Life has many "setbacks" as it seems. But maybe that's just the way things are meant to be. Even when things seem hopeless, I can't help but feel that life is meaning for us to think with a new perspective. Here's to new perspective. Optimism. Hope.
Just bumblin’ around the garden.
I am what I do. And I'm finally doing me.
I am alright. And I am alright here. Maybe I've left some of the past behind but Its freedom that I've found. This morning I wore a sundress because there was nobody there to tell me that I couldn't. Yesterday I saw a friend because I am in love. Next week I sign a lease because I know that I will stay here. Simple things. A new start. I am what I do. And I'm finally doing me.
I will not be your booty-call. I will not be used.
A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh. He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs. I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse. At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride. Like a girl. Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed, and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it, because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices. But then he laughed again and all I saw was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist. (my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.) When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles, I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously just because I’m a girl. Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big. Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary. Be small and smooth with soft edges and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts: the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having, the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission. Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car, because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway. We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street who see us as convenient bodies instead of people. Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft, so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling, pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are. We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths, because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls. Once, I got told I punched like a girl. I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.
'My Perfume Doubles As Mace,' theappleppielifestyle. (via queenofeden)
My fingers are filthy and covered in the chalk-like residue from orange and red pastels. This feeling is as close to spiritual as I will ever come. I am home.
Cedar Breaks National Monument, Utah Jacob Williams
I want to sing
