he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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titsay
dirt enthusiast
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Keni
KIROKAZE
hello vonnie
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
almost home

Love Begins
sheepfilms
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Kiana Khansmith
Xuebing Du
$LAYYYTER
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@stellarpoetry
Notes from “The Animator’s Survival Kit” book.
[Pg.259 - 265] This is the end of my book studies. I’m pretty proud to have gotten through it and do a handful of the exercises. But this is only step one, I’m moving onto more advance animation techniques and will be posting those as I complete them. At the moment I’m currently wrestling with Toon Boom, so we’ll see how that goes.
——————- Tools: Rough Animator - Ipad + Apple Pen Patreon: [patreon.com/lunaartgallery] Twitter: [@LunaArt_Gallery] Instagram: [@lunaartgallerys]
Paris Is Burning (1990) dir. Jennie Livingston
Confessional // Sue Zhao
100s postcards project : 47/100s
as the colder months approach: i wish you all a healthy, calm end of the year. i wish you tasty cups of tea, comfortable clothes, warm beds, nutritious meals in safe homes, good music, new friends and unwavering health. you deserve good things now.
Its incredibly and undoubtely annoying how much I can get envious over little things. I see everyone out there having fun, hanging out in big groups, reminding me of exactly how alone I am. I wish I could do all these things but I can't because my anxiety stops me clean on my two feet. Perhaps I'm just not meant to have friends.
I wonder why.
ok, but I wish I had a girlfriend
Ashleigh. Such a beautiful name, and yet I wonder if its your real name or another work of fiction.
Your picture continues to stare back at me, as if it was looking right through me. I was mesmerized. I tried to remember every curve-- every line that graced your presence. I was hooked.
And you were so beautiful.
Not just in looks but in everything that you did. You reverberated in my mind, reminding me of your quirky personality. The way you talked about books-- as if you lived the lives of the characters yourself. The way you shared your music as you got close to me, sharing me a piece of yourself.
Ashleigh.
Call me crazy, but I think it was love at first sight.
"my body is nothing but tattoos and disappointments"
- healing, albeit slightly