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it'll be okay
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I was too sick to do anything on Star Wars day, so here´s Bodhi now. He´s our beautiful space son and we love him very much.
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None of this is to say I am good, too long alone to have been touched by something real. Natalie Wee
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im not crying…..we all crying (god bless this person for making this ohmygod its beautiful)
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This painting was physically and emotionally draining much like the movie, but boy was it worth it.. I’m happy to say I’m actually satisfied with my artwork for once ^.^ For all the Rogue One fans! ;-; P.S- Try listening to “Your father would be proud” while viewing this, It’ll crush your soul even further ;)
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Drawing Karen from Daredevil cuz she’s adorable.
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She leaves him a book of poetry on the window sill. She has underlined a few of the lines in fine biro, so small he almost misses it amongst the words he is amassing, the strange discords and stanzas he can’t wrap his head around –
Round her chamber hums –
His face flushes and he reads the poem again –
Come slowly – Eden!
– and feels every part of himself like a livewire, can tell exactly where his skin meets the sheets of his bed and where his palm lies, flat on his stomach, the skin there calloused and his fingers drift to his belt buckle, considering, and –
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star wars: the last jedi (2017)
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karenforfrank
hozier in the kastle week [5/7] → take me to church
knows everybody’s disapproval i should’ve worshiped her sooner if the Heavens ever did speak she is the last true mouthpiece
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She has the certainty of rolling horizons
The supine stretch and sprawl
of lands grazed by sweeping lines;
the worn-knuckled grip of humanity slowly sloughing away.
I feel the grit of it between my toes. The choke of a century, three, mule kicked
into smoke
As coal stained miles slip by
We drive. She sleeps.
This dirt, it’s stardust
When caught beneath her fingernails.
Contrails over Baikonur (the beginning of a poem I’ll never finish) - EBK (via evilbunnyking)
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Welp. There it is. The piece that’s been kicking me in the pants for the past two-ish months. It seemed like such a simple idea at the time. Triptychs, right? Past, present, and future.
Gonna have this one at Heroes Con next month.
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the sky is falling down on us.
you laugh loudly,
crack your knuckles
against your teeth.
i do not want
to leave this moment,
i could live forever
inside this honesty –
your close, bruised skin
the radiant mischief
of your mouth –
we are looking for
the same answers,
ravenous and ready
to explore the questions.
this is it.
this is when
i fall in love with you.
we are where
the adventure
begins.
we begin, cassandra litten, 17 october 2014. (via cassandralitten)
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You must write every single day of your life. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy head. May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.
Ray Bradbury (via wild-heart-child-heart)