This dinosaur girl is called Dignity, i think i messed up by giving her gray leather clothe on top of gray skin, it blends together and it kind of messy to the eyes.
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This dinosaur girl is called Dignity, i think i messed up by giving her gray leather clothe on top of gray skin, it blends together and it kind of messy to the eyes.
Cuándo alguien te dice que estuvo llorando toda la noche y tu te preguntas dónde estuviste, pero recuerdas que no eres lo suficientemente cercano.
Drink up one more time, and I’ll make u mine
keep u apart, deep in my heart
A writer’s blog; Day 1
Death. One of the many universal mysteries of the world. Many who believe in some type of God, or Gods, see death as an wonderful afterlife for the good people of the world. Others see it as there really is no such thing as “death”. As in, they see in as your spirit will always be in the body you are in, you just won’t feel anything anymore, and as your body decays, if they choose a burial, your soul will still be trapped. Until there is nothing of that body left. There are countless theories of what lies beyond the lifeless. It is, like a wrote earlier, a total mystery. However, I believe in a little bit in all the theories. I am a mere human, I am alive, and I don’t mind not knowing until my own time comes. But it is always a good thing to keep an open mind to these things. To simply make sure that one is not having a one track mind as they say.
Well...
Well…
I think it’s a fair tale to tell There was a well, Not too well. What was in it was, A hard thing to tell. It shouted back, If anyone would yell. At this well That scoundrel Bid me farewell. With that pride of his Up to the swell. It was a cold winter night So my tears turned to gel So still no one could tell What was in that well.
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i had a dream last night where i still had my dog, ginger, and I woke up and i didn’t.
i’m just a little bit sad
fuck, break-ups are just never easy