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titsay
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occasionally subtle
KIROKAZE

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Andulka

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

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styofa doing anything
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Xuebing Du
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Kaledo Art

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@smilingforthecamera-blog
job application: describe your most recent leadership role
me: sometimes at crosswalks i'm the first one to start jaywalking and everyone follows me
Love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely.
(via words-of-emotion)
(via words-of-emotion)
A haiku about Mario Kart
Are you kidding me Who the fuck threw that blue shell I will fuck you up
Concept:
Me, actually replying to a message, instead of leaving it so long it’s weird to reply because I don’t know how to answer
someone is trying to convince me that the name ‘glen’ is short for ‘glenjamin’ and i cant stop laughing
im just so glad the word “ugh” was invented
shit memory who dis
toe beans
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Take two notebooks on your birthday, on new years, in spring… Fill one with things that have made you happy. Every day; write, draw, paste photos, kiss the pages with lipsticked mouth. Smoke it with your favourite incense (but don’t singe the paper!). Dab the corners with perfume and oils. Put to paper what has made you smile this year. What you’re grateful for. What you love, what loves you. Seal it with a sigil on both covers. These Memories Stay With Me. They Will Cheer Me Up.
Fill the other with the bad things. Red ink, blue and black like bruises. Draw a map of your town, and draw the route you’ll take to escape your life. Let your tears salt the pages, trap your sobs in the binding glue. Scribble if you can’t find the words. Seal with a sigil on both covers. I Impart These Memories To This Paper. They Will No Longer Haunt Me.
365 days later, dispose of the second notebook. Burn it, rip it to shreds, throw it away… Keep the first notebook. Shelf it, gift it, put it in a box. Read it every day or read it once a decade. Quick witchcraft. Quick psychology.
Note: I’m using a jar. Each day, I write on a scrap of paper what I’m grateful for that day. On next New Years, I’m going to sit back and read each one!