tylerrainhouser:

stitched this today

tylerrainhouser:

stitched this today

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Bummer= going to a concert to see one of your favorite bands and the crowd is lame and awkward and bored AND the lead singer starts rubbing you the wrong way and coming off [very slightly, but just enough] like an arrogant arsehole. nooo

yamino:

It looks SO UPSET lmao

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Do it now. Don’t wait for permission to make something that’s interesting or amusing to you. Just do it now. Don’t wait. Find a story idea, start making it, give yourself a deadline, show it to people who’ll give you notes to make it better. Don’t wait till you’re older, or in some better job than you have now. Don’t wait for anything. Don’t wait till some magical story idea drops into your lap. That’s not where ideas come from. Go looking for an idea and it’ll show up. Begin now. Be a fucking soldier about it and be tough.

Ira Glass, on writing (via ashwrites)

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“I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.”  - Jimi Hendrix

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skindeeptales:

Miss Juliet

skindeeptales:

Miss Juliet

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Brain thoughts

I don’t know if its the timing or the distance between us and the moon… hell, it could even be the chemicals and just the way everything adds up to this current moment… 

but its like somethings not right and theres less logic to this thing called life.

Somedays I’m scared I’ll die alone, and most days I accept that I will. But other days I crave a partner and a promise locking us together and children made from our DNA.

And then I curse the idea, because damn tradition and damn habits and damn human nature. I’m not alive to follow patterns. I don’t want to live predictably and I don’t want to fall apart like everyone expects and I don’t want to die by my own hand, but how do people make it so far? How does everybody feel okay being so alone? We are cages and we are planets and there is so much space between us. 

There is space between each action and stopping to think about that space between where I move from the bed to the kitchen is agonizing. 

Time is running out, though it will always be there like Vonnegut promised. 

It’s just that.. I haven’t decided if I want to grow old or die young yet. And maybe I’ll want a family and take a gamble at marriage, but I’m just not too sure. 

I get the feeling the answers will find me before I find them… but… 

so much time. So much wondering in the in-between. It’s really quite amazing. It’s really quite unbearable. I just want to relax and take it all in, but everything inside me is trembling beneath my skin. 

euo:

The human heart stripped of fat and muscle, with just the angel veins exposed.

euo:

The human heart stripped of fat and muscle, with just the angel veins exposed.

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1000drawings:

Gustav Klimt
Upper portion of two lovers   1908

1000drawings:

Gustav Klimt

Upper portion of two lovers   1908