June 2012
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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...”
– (via qu0t35)
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My sister shares her sex life with me in far too...
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Fun Fact: When I was 13 or 14 my aunt Molly took me to a concert for a band that played really pretty acoustic music and bought me their CD. The band had two people in it, a boy and a girl, and they were in their early 20s and were on tour. We talked about how they had to be having sex.
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Why is it that whenever I’m feeling a surge of discontent, or just want someone to be around to talk to, my boyfriend is off getting high and shit?
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All I do is paint and write poetry/useless little stories, and draw. And take pictures… And act/sing…
Fuck okay. All I do is create art. But the point of that was that I use fountain pens when I paint (sharp lines or the base when I do “minimalist” paintings as I call them) and write (I refuse to write poetry in anything but my little black sketchbook, in black fountain...
I’m gonna need this picture message to send now. I made a painting that I actually LIKE and am PROUD of, and my phone decides to be a piece of shit. I seriously despise technology fuck.
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Mike’s about to get the last bit of shading done on his tree tattoo :) I’m excited to see it done. I’m not excited that he’s gonna be in pain for a while. Lol the poor boy works tomorrow, worked today, works the next day. He gets no break, and the rubbing is gonna be horrible for him (this last bit is on his hips. The tree covers his entire chest/abdomen/hips area). Poor...
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[[MORE]]So last night I went out with Mike. Since he’s living with his sister we didn’t exactly have anywhere to go, so we ended up getting a motel room and sleeping there. (Yes, sleeping.) It was nice to be with him. However, there are the following problems.
1. I forgot to tell my mom I was staying out until really late, so she wasn’t happy lol. So I’m not gonna stay out...
