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a recent model of mine :]

and some 2d art of him too

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some (kinda risque) computer-loving pins from the 80s

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because she was mentioned so I watched a bunch of her cut scenes and I got briefly obsessed 👍

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it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again

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Pray for my mothers they're really going through it

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My father worked on an oil rig. I didn’t hear from him much and it made my mom sad. My childhood was cold and most of it spent alone and on the Internet, except for the evenings. After a relatively silent dinner, her and I would kneel against the floor, elbows pressed against her full-sized mattress and our hands clasped together in prayer. She insisted we do it every night to ensure his safe return. I’m not sure she was really asking God for that though. I certainly wasn’t. I was asking God for a $50 vbucks card, which I never got. What’s the point in working on an oil rig if you can’t even send your son $50 for vbucks?

In my childish foolishness sometimes I’d write to him. My letters went something like: Dad, today I am 13 years old and I haven’t won a victory royale yet. Everyone at school has all of these cool skins. My friend George just got a guy with a purple skeleton mask. I hate George, Dad. He’s incredibly stuck up. Yesterday he shoved me because I said something Mom called “uncouth” about where he came from. I’m not sure why he was so upset, Dad, I learned the truth about that place on 4chan. If anything I was helping him. Anyways, Dad, I really need $50 for vbucks so I can get better skins than George. It would really mean a lot to me since I never see you at all. It would also help me destress from mom crying all the time. With love, your son. I mean stupid me right, how was he ever going to get a letter in the middle of the ocean?

What those letters did make me realize is that I’m quite a talented writer. Well that and reading Diary of an Oxygen Thief made me want to create novels as insightful and compelling as that. I’m 20 years old now and I’m an English major. My first project was to write a short story. I wrote about a (now ex) girlfriend. When I showed her my work she seemed unhappy. I asked “Is it bad?” She assumed I was asking if it was bad I wrote it about her. I didn’t correct her but what I was really asking was if the story was bad. It bothers me to this day that I don’t know if she liked it or not. Maybe I should call her and ask.

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can the invisible hand of the economy hold my hand for a second and give me a raise????? xD

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British people aren’t so bad

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summer wishlist:

OZEMPIC

Adderall…

Tizanidine

Prozac?

Ketamine infusions

Mirtazapine

Vicodin

The numbing agent they gave me for my surgery

Blonde hair dye

Dark eyeshadow

My year of rest and relaxation here I come.

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homura’s only goal was to keep madoka with her no matter the cost but the cosmic joke of it all was that the harder she tried the worse madoka’s fate became as a direct result of her efforts. this youtube video description sums it up really well

i love homura. she’s so in love and it’s all so useless but she tries anyways. she keeps going. She doesn’t let logic or reason stop her. she became a TIME TRAVELER to re-do everything over and over again in hopes that it might turn out differently. Insane? No. The word is dedicated. Obsessed? No. Inspired.