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yungbasedblogger:

apparently “bae” means “before anyone else” i always thought it was a ghetto word for “babe”

inkeddolls:

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Shimabuku, Sea and Flowers, 2013

"Here we find Shimabuku wondering about where the flower came from, and how it got there, and deciding to illustrate its voyage by offering the sea petals without knowing if, someday, they will make a landfall somewhere. As we are well aware, though, it is not really the arrival that counts."

cantwaitforpizza:

cantwaitforpizza:

cantwaitforpizza:

the sun has come out

the sun is gay

*white girl voice* why are the hot ones always gay

inkeddolls:

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inkeddolls:

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antlersout:

feedmerightmeow:

When he gets in the tub, sometimes he purrs so loud that the shampoo bottles fall over.

True power

antlersout:

feedmerightmeow:

When he gets in the tub, sometimes he purrs so loud that the shampoo bottles fall over.

True power

"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous."

In all honesty guys,

I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore. I don’t think I’m truly happy. Like I’m wearing a smiling mask all the time, but it has tear-filled eyes. I don’t even know myself anymore. I want to be alone, but I’m too afraid of loneliness. Or maybe I’m too high to be writing this shit. Sometimes I want to talk it out, but I’m too afraid of being judged. The things I think about; normal people wouldn’t understand. I just needed to get that out.
Thanks.
Sincerely,
Danielle

melancholic-wallflower:

Studio Ghibli Films: 3840 x 1080

Truth be told,
I always thought you sold
Out to higher principles
Which, in reality, put you further in the ground,
So far in; it’s hard to tell up from down.
You’re no longer an individual.
It’s conformity,
Not unity.
Drop all values for propaganda,
The man on the tv said “Life guaranteed”.
But the shipping is more than it’s worth,
And the letters on the box bleed, NO REFUNDS!
And we’re all praying for a purpose,
But God has no answer.
He’s just a fraud,
Giving false hope and pretenses.
I just want my money back.

But the buck stops here. Defibrillator on my chest, the man screaming CLEAR! What they don’t tell you is there is no light at the end of the tunnel You panic, trying to wake up, but what’s the trouble. We’re all waiting to escape from this so called reality, But we’re all too afraid of our own mortality. It’s still hard to tell up from down. Lay me to rest, just let me sleep in this sweet ground. Wake me up when the unseeing eye really knows all. Until then I’ll just be waiting for his call.