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Jules of Nature

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JBB: An Artblog!
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Cosimo Galluzzi
Three Goblin Art
RMH
noise dept.
Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
NASA
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$LAYYYTER

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New url: @thiccmemedaddy
New url: @thiccmemedaddy
I think I'm gonna move my blog Like this one will say up as an archive or whatever I'll set up a queue to post my new url I'm just too lazy to delete thousands of posts...in batches of 100s Fucking lame See yall later
neurotypical: u can Control Your Thoughts so make them good me: theres a tiny man screaming in the back of my brain and i only think about Blood
WE HAVE NO GAYS AND MANY BROKEN TOILETS
whoever makes these videos is basically the constable-frozen of putin’s life
Lay your hand on me one last time
Sergei Gavrish, a Soviet Cold War era artist who, in the 1970s, imagined life in space.
me: *dissociates frequently*
someone: what have you been up to?
me: dunno
me: wasn't there
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Autumn” because that was the name of the season And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it “Innocence: A Question” because that was the question about his girl And that’s what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle’s Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it “Absolutely Nothing” Because that’s what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via ateenagepoet)
But on this shirt I found your smell And I just sat there for ages Contemplating what to do with myself.
102 - Matt Healy (The 1975)
whyyyyyyy you dodis i miss you 😭
I'm going through a rough time in my life and I want to clean my blogMessage me off anon if you want contact info