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Pinterest, buddy, I'm fine I just want to draw the sad man.

How do I let Pinterest know that I just want to personify my mental illness and needed character ideas

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How do I let Pinterest know that I just want to personify my mental illness and needed character ideas

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I’m off to fight God does anyone want anything?

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^^

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bad writing advice: you should not EVER NEVER do this thing

good writing advice: everyone’s style is different. there’s no rules set in stone about how to be a good writer. develop your own style and run far with it. it doesn’t have to be perfect. there’s thousands of people out there searching for something new and unique. no matter what, someone out there will always read and be interested in your work. you can become someone’s favorite author by just being yourself.

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What, me? Gay? No, no, I'm totally not gay

I mean I can't be gay, I'm like the

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buffering more like suffering

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No one:

Literally no one:

Absolutely fucking no one:

My best friend: "can you water my water"

@killr-glxy

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Me: found bottle

My best friend: put ice

Me: *fills up her water bottle until it's colder than Russia in the winter*

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so we just got home from a road trip, and as my dad goes back to check on the chickens he notices that the friendly neighborhood squirrel is sitting calmly next to the chickens, eating their scratch. Alright, he thinks, he’s fine. Then a rat pops out of the tomatoes. Well shit, he thinks, and informs us in the house about the intruder. And then there seems to be a raccoon that messed with the roses. Well fuck, he thinks, and yells at us in the house. I come out with my sword and just stand there aggressively until we’ve collected the chicken eggs. 

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technically 6:66 isn’t an accurate time

but like

6 hours + 60 minutes + 6 minutes

 is also 7:06

7:06

the satanic minute

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i attempt to mimic my chicken’s expression but realize i have neither beak nor monocular vision. 

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“I carry a lightbulb...”

so we were in my ASL II class, and learning how to sign things like “77 cents” or “15 dollars” or “$8.25″. the website we use for the class had this video of these people signing different items, and their prices. but the prices were so weird, and the items were so random, that the whole thing seemed like a joke. I mean, they had mascara down for 89 cents.  anyways, i said “it seems like it’s just someone who’s broke and selling whatever they have on them” and the girl to my right, commenting on one of the items, said, 

“Yeah, this is two bucks…it’s a lightbulb…I carry it around…for ideas.” 

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This Dog Has Run Into Stop Signs And Stuck His Nose In An Electric Fence To Smell Goats

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There he is and there I go

Choke down a mile and watch the rope

Withdraw from their hands

to escape with a plan

reach out and catch me

before they notice they can

There he is and there I go

Swallow the pond when you’re feeling low

what’s left is the shard of

the mirror which kept me from

staring down the cold hard

picture perfect reflection

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Cutthroat and jaded, you wept and you hated

now come back, come back now

So scarred and so bruised up, will they ever take enough

i’d fight your wars if I could wake up now

i’m asleep in a dream yet again here I am

on the corner with Bowie and James Dean, look for me

at sing street and alma’s, we’re wearing fedoras

tap dancing to tango and grinding to jazz and victorious

Can’t tell a plight from a pigeon

Am I high or Jim Morrison

The former more likely,

as I’m biking nightly

all the way to Peru

I want to see him in the spotlight

Leading the avalanche

Do we live in a society or

does society live in us