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The Great Carnivore via Joan Miro

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“Hollow III”

- graphite and charcoal on paper.

- Instagram, Deviantart

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Camping, 2017

Gunna animate this later! But I’m pretty proud of this piece!

society6 / patreon / buy me a coffee

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little watercolour with metallic spores

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There’s A Man At The Door

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Dear Blurryface,

I understand what you said. I don’t care what you think. I won’t ignore them. This song has been on the radio. The potholes are filled. I’m not in confrontation. The fourth light is lit. I know what’s inside of me. I know where I am. I don’t wanna die before I’m old. I remember that morning is when night is dead. We know how to put back the fire in our soul. There is a choice. I’m not a goner.

You’ve been defeated.

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A Fox and a hound via /r/aww http://ift.tt/2t5akwK

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Everyone needs some vibrant essence added to their day.

Flowers by Akatre, 2017

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poetry for the signs

aries; people blur around you the only remnants being noise; you’ll be here after hours your memory blanking

taurus; the soft touch of your shirt the rattling of paper in the breeze; just another day another day of thinking

gemini; you’re frozen in time shadows never moving; a ring of sunlight on your cheeks and maybe you’re okay

cancer; your fingertips are like ice cold and frozen from fear; touching them melts you your hearts intertwining

leo; you feel every cell in your body as they’re rubbed against with annoyance; you don’t see how they’d understand they probably never will

virgo; your heart is made of stardust lifting you slowly; you don’t need them you are but a galaxy

libra; laughter is surrounding you somehow you feel closed in; feeling small has always been the opposite of being able to breathe

scorpio; you could have sworn it was warm but you lift the mug to your lips anyway; maybe this is just a metaphor

sagittarius; sprinting is what you do best speeding by any and all forms of life; leaving things behind that is your specialty, isn’t it?

capricorn; shreds of paper surround you another idea gone to waste; even though, everyone knows that your mind is extravagant

aquarius; your fingers lightly touch the strings the curve of the instrument laying perfectly over your thigh; your lips move into wasted words never quite able to say what you mean

pisces; staring out the window again your favorite past time; watching the people move by wondering when that will be you

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POST IT FOR THE FUTURE! Just imagine how fabulous you’re gonna be.

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Because a wound to the heart is also a wound to the mind.

Louise Glück, “The Untrustworthy Speaker” (via thequotejournals)