Slowly but surely I'm working on more funkos!
(I fucking love my blacklight paints. I take every excuse I can to use them.)
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Slowly but surely I'm working on more funkos!
(I fucking love my blacklight paints. I take every excuse I can to use them.)
Maybe my soul is deficient in grit. Maybe grit would be studying on the nights I choose to read or write. Maybe it would be punching all the people I want to punch and saying to hell with restraint, I don’t know. Children who are born in slums always develop it so maybe it comes from feeling like you have to fight for everything you have. Survivors of mass genocides, or stray dogs, or stray dogs that survived mass genocides. Grit. I got my soul cheap, lacking these essential parts.
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