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mrshezza:

claraboobearbum:

mrshezza:

so this kid got bored in class and asked the teacher if he could climb on the top of the cupboard thing and teacher was like “as long as it doesnt break and you dont fall of ok”

Did no one notice swag plank?

dont you dare insult william he is a great young man

mrshezza:

claraboobearbum:

mrshezza:

so this kid got bored in class and asked the teacher if he could climb on the top of the cupboard thing and teacher was like “as long as it doesnt break and you dont fall of ok”

Did no one notice swag plank?

dont you dare insult william he is a great young man

gunnerkrigg:

Annie and Kat outfits for Chapter 46.

gunnerkrigg:

Annie and Kat outfits for Chapter 46.


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aresnakesreal:

Me: *finds it kind of funny* *finds it kind of sad*

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

chanel-pale:

fakinq-glory:

whorchacha:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

steph you’re all over my dash

literally posted this 2.5 seconds ago wow

this is so amazing

perfectiero:

you know that one album that youve listened to so many times and youd defend it with your life and you can anticipate every single little note that comes after the other and you can sing along to every word and it just has a special place in your heart that no other album can fill

moeskine:

sometimes you just collapse under weight of expectations

moeskine:

sometimes you just collapse under weight of expectations

cordonnierhistorique:

1880s Worth style evening gown from silk satin, chiffon, and gold worked net.  Inspired by the celestial theme for ball at Teslacon III.  The jewelry is all star styled and the fascinator is shaped like a crescent moon.

oh-my-camila:

deideiartistic:

mememaster:

From presidential daughter to straight up gangster in 0.2 seconds

Like father, like daughter:

oh-my-camila:

deideiartistic:

mememaster:

From presidential daughter to straight up gangster in 0.2 seconds

Like father, like daughter:

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doodlebug-debz:

Braids Club/The Disney-Dreamworks Braidy Bunch+detail closeup

Coloured and now a mug

Sketch version

There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness.