i spent three hours working on these on paint.
a gentle reminder that this is my legacy
i spent three hours working on these on paint.
a gentle reminder that this is my legacy
i used to be a tumblr addict back in the day but now that i’ve been offline for like 3 years i lost like 2/3 of my followers and the people i follow are all practically inactive so like how do i make this fun again i’m chasing my youth here
let me respawn in maryland i am truly my best version of myself here
in case you were wondering I am always under moonlight and also I do have horns. you’re welcome
I am like violently in love with this girl what the fuck
shocker, how’s that bpd diagnosis going
guess who’s back, back again
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but I always thought you were cool
You deserve light and peace and love every day of your life.
i do.
Realising you don’t have to tell anyone anything about yourself or your life is.. a very liberating feeling. Realising you can tell the trees and the rivers and the lakes and the mountains instead? Even more so.
you wear an ancestor's face. you look like a woman you'll never meet. in that mirror, there's thousands of you. and in the bath, when you look down, she looks back, shaking and deforming in the ripples as she lies beneath the surface.
nature makes me grateful to be alive. sometimes i wish i was dead and then i remember sunlight beaming through tall trees and i’m like wait…….. i’m blessed
need this lately
ITS BEEN 20 years since the release of One Week by Barenaked Ladies
ITS BEEN
ONE WEEK since the 20 year anniversary of One Week by Barenaked Ladies