explodingdog:

the comfort of a warm night.

explodingdog:

the comfort of a warm night.

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And things, as things do, changed. —6-Word Story #38 (via writingsforwinter)

pureblyss:

His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
Past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind.
Though far away, though far away, though far away
We’re still the same, we’re still the same, we’re still the same.

Howling ghosts – they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you’re a king and I’m a lionheart.
And in the sea that’s painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck
But you’re a king and I’m a lionheart.

Gosh. Those lyrics.

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getting my life together right about now. starting with deep cleaning my bathroom that hasn’t really been touched in the past 3+ months. leave me things to read?

getting my life together right about now. 
starting with deep cleaning my bathroom that hasn’t really been touched in the past 3+ months. 

leave me things to read?

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You’re still going to get criticized, so you might as well do whatever the fuck you want. —Kathleen Hanna  (via qoldlush)

i just want to take pictures but how i don’t understand how to get people to pay me for it but that’s all i want this summer okay sigh. 

shared on May 22 with 4 notes
explodingdog:

Crazy Monster is still thinking about it.

explodingdog:

Crazy Monster is still thinking about it.

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How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger? —Virginia Woolf, from Selected Essays  (via mercurieux)
explodingdog:

I am not sure I understand what you are saying.

explodingdog:

I am not sure I understand what you are saying.

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