Some of my favorite miis ive made
art blog(derogatory)

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dirt enthusiast
RMH
Xuebing Du
we're not kids anymore.
almost home
DEAR READER
taylor price
Claire Keane
styofa doing anything
Not today Justin
wallacepolsom

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tannertan36
will byers stan first human second
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oozey mess

#extradirty
todays bird
seen from Greece
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seen from China
seen from Germany
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seen from Italy

seen from France

seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany
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seen from Belgium

seen from United States
seen from Uruguay
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Some of my favorite miis ive made
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When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
You’re allowed to be excited about the little things. You’re allowed to be goofy. You’re allowed to be dorky about your favorite tv show, to make blanket forts, to enjoy cheesy movies, even just to sleep with stuffed animals. You’re allowed to do any of the things that make life a little more bearable. It’s fine, ok?
in case you're wondering what the greatest AMV of all time is, it's this one from 2008.
y'all need to watch this this pride month
I'm not going to fuck my computer
say what you will about the reserve bank of india these are some cracking coins
the cambrian period was like 10 years ago
the cambrarin period was like 3 years ago
the cambrian period is TOMORROW!!!
Real and growing possibility of him dying live on tv and nobody in the room noticing for minutes on end.
Likes charge, reblogs cast.
Lyra wren poem that I genuinely cried at, happy pride month
they killed him for this
damn he really is an all-time poster