In the end, always laugh. And do not lose this strange habit of having faith in life.
Daniel C. L. (via alterated)

JBB: An Artblog!
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Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
styofa doing anything
dirt enthusiast
AnasAbdin

shark vs the universe
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Today's Document
noise dept.
cherry valley forever
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Janaina Medeiros

Kaledo Art
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

if i look back, i am lost
seen from Morocco

seen from Mexico
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@soph-ine
In the end, always laugh. And do not lose this strange habit of having faith in life.
Daniel C. L. (via alterated)
IN THE FIFTH GIF HE PATS THE CUPS WITH HIS LITTLE PAWS TO MAKE SURE IT’S IN. BRB, DYING.
ARE YOU KIDDING? LOOK AT THE 7TH GIF HOW HE JUST HANDS THE CUPS TO THE PERSON AND IS LIKE, “HERE HUMAN, YOUR FEEBLE TASK FOR ME IS COMPLETE. NOW LEAVE US BE.”
THEY’RE SO CUTE, OMG. I CAN’T.
THE GREATEST THING ON THE INTERNET SINCE THE LAST TIME OTTERS WERE IN A THING ON THE INTERNET.
Reblogging purely for the last one
@jupiterjames
Or C) an introverted bastard.
“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
a thing for one of my favorite posts on this site
Never not reblog. Also, I totally imagined Death Note music.
My favorite post in all of the universe is back
puppy mood board
*accidentaly vents to friend* great now i can never speak to them again
(we-are-art.com)