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“I want alcohol so strong, that it burns your name out of my throat.”

-it’s a sad life  (via deserted-streets)

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alliartist:

I have wanted to make an animated illustration since, about, a million years ago. 
Hey, wow, this is my 7,777th post.
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Done in Manga Studio 5 & Photoshop CS3
Took so many hours. 

alliartist:

I have wanted to make an animated illustration since, about, a million years ago. 

Hey, wow, this is my 7,777th post.

Done in Manga Studio 5 & Photoshop CS3

Took so many hours. 

(via spookynaturral)

pyksii:

saddeer:

I have this weird theory that some people are drawn to each other because their atoms were near each other when the universe was created and over time the same atoms keep coming back together

DID YOU JUST SCIENTIFICALLY EXPLAIN SOUL MATES?!

(via teenage-rebellion)

kazerad:

garbage elk. it is shaking. its back is covered in candles which flicker ominously.
I know, I know, I should be working on my comic. But Whimbrel showed me a fursona generator. Or at least, it calls itself a fursona generator. Everything that comes out of it feels like some kind of strange and powerful deity. 
I’m going to call him Candleback, He is the Shadow of discarded dreams. Every time you give up on an ambition, he knows. He remembers. And he will remember your dreams long after you are gone. 
His favorite color is fuchsia. 

kazerad:

garbage elk. it is shaking. its back is covered in candles which flicker ominously.

I know, I know, I should be working on my comic. But Whimbrel showed me a fursona generator. Or at least, it calls itself a fursona generator. Everything that comes out of it feels like some kind of strange and powerful deity

I’m going to call him Candleback, He is the Shadow of discarded dreams. Every time you give up on an ambition, he knows. He remembers. And he will remember your dreams long after you are gone. 

His favorite color is fuchsia. 

(via doctorwhooha)

vvondrous:

How strange it is that we all live in someone else’s paradise

“i don’t know exactly what to believe when it comes to fate, but i believe in us.” — my ex-boyfriend (via disagreed)

(via hi)

hyourinmaruice:

caseythesalamancer:

pokemallow:

do yoU EVER GET SO UPSET THAT FICITIONAL CAHRACCTESRS HAVE THE SAME AGE AS YOU AND THEYVE GONE ON SUCH MAGICAL ADNVETURES AND YOU HAVENT????

What do you mean?  You went on all of those adventures with them, didn’t you?

That is the best answer ever

(Source: dekroth, via consulting-timelordsinthe-impala)

“But we’ll stumble on, she and I, into our messy future. And we’ll have each other.” —Sophie Hannah, Little Face   (via lipstick-bullet)

(Source: quoted-books, via leaveallyourpastbehind)

corisete:

pawtism:

helioscentrifuge:

breastforce:

imagine somebody who’s immortal having a gigantic room where all the walls are completely covered up with photos.

each one is of a different loved one whom they have outlived 

STOP RIGHT THERE

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imageahhh this already has like fifty million notes but i just thought this was a really sweet idea… i didn’t get to draw the room as big as i wanted too ;_; but this is only 1/4th of that room or something!!!!

guys there are two wedding photos

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