pimientos-especiales: So I was just looking at this awesome concept art from The Princess and the Frog. I had it enlarged, big as it could go, scrolling along, admiring the details, and then I got almost to the end of the picture, right along the fountain. This movie takes place in the 1920s.
super-wolves: super-wolves: super-wolves: super-wolves: super-wolves: so i typed this up in a wordpad and i found a printer (one of my neighbours) and i printed some i just did more omg i just heard someone next door scream “WHO IS DOING THIS” i wonder if they can HEAR ME LAUGHGING NOW I’M DONE THIS IS THE LAST ONE THIS TIME I AM DONE THIS TIME
A really close friend of mine said to me that you always have feelings for your first love. I agreed with her. She was my first love, and those feelings will never fade.
thnksfrthbttfck: some lyrics are so accurate i want to write them on my body and paint them on my walls and post them on every social networking site and scream them from the rooftops and get a t shirt with them on it and bathe in them and wow i just like nice lyrics
I'm gonna say this once
riddlemeroxy: whoredoeuvre: thelittlekneesofbees: lowlyminion: The right to free speech (if you live in a country that allows you that) means the government won’t put you in jail for what you’re saying. It doesn’t protect you from other people telling you to shut the fuck up. PARDON ME WHILE I FORWARD THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE EVER. THANK YOU
by ~FlickeringCandle I have bought paints in red and blues, in sunset orange and forest greens: brushes in a thousand sizes, thick, thin, and flat as stones. So watch now as I trace the paint, up and down my pale arms, covering up the cracks and creases formed as I wither away. See as I paint my cold, blue lips red, fill my dark, empty eyes with blue. I paste on smiles, skies of blue on what once...
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by ~PoeticDeathEyes i wish i could make this all better but it’s already done i’ll just watch you see me fall apart and pray it’s okay i wish i could make me better but it’s already to late i’ll just watch you see me fall apart and pray you’ll be okay i wish i was better but i’m just clay i’ll watch you fall apart and pray i’ll be okay written...
skin-and-ink: flure: I hate that feeling when you randomly feel depressed. There is no warning, no apparent reason. It just happens. You feel empty, and you feel hopeless. And you just feel tired. As if you never want to move again. Then when someone asks you what’s wrong, you can’t say because there is nothing that comes to mind. Then you start thinking of what it could be, and you realize...