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"A couple of dodo birds, running through the tropical jungles of the island of Mauritia."
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eilupt · 6 years
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Celestial Gyre #angels #biblicalangels #ophanim #thrones #angelicvision #wheelswithinwheels #abstractart #abstractdrawing #blackandwhiteart #lineart #digitalart #digitalartwork #digitaldrawing #autodesk #autodesksketchbook #spen https://www.instagram.com/p/Bl9mxemFswF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1p2o2x0knss48
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tkogut · 6 years
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Angelic Vision on linen for rug hooking 👍 Oh I can’t wait to see this hooked! #rughooking #hookedrug #angel #wool #creativewhims #angelicvision #fiberart #gatherdreamcreate
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delusionalpride · 6 years
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You are an angel 😭💕
Awe thanks! ☺️ But only part time on @angelicvision on this blog I’m a demon bitch 😂
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allieinwonderlandd · 11 years
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Disney Fact of the Day (more like Disney Theory of the Day)
Where you end up parking determines how your day is going to go. The better the spot, the better the day.
For example, today we parked in Donald 1G. Allllllll the way in the back of the structure. Not only did we have a shitty parking spot, but the band was cancelled at Mad T Party. Also, the escalator at the structure stopped while we were going up it. It was just an unlucky day.
Now, you all may think I'm crazy, but I swear to you, your parking spot determines your day at Disney.
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cacaopuffs · 12 years
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Sweden Chapter 6
*Niall's POV*
           "Wh-what?" I stammered, still not fully able to comprehend what had just happened.
            "Harry and Zayn want to bang Ella, too, Niall." Louis announced from the couch he had been laying on all afternoon.
            "I-we don't want to bang her, Louis." Zayn said, glaring at him. "Harry and I just want to date her too."
            They're both better-looking than you.
            They know how to get girls, while you just stand to the side and watch.
            No matter what you do, Ella's never going to like you.
            "Niall...Niall!" Liam wrapped me in a hug. "Niall, it's all right. It's fine. Just because Harry and Zayn like Ella doesn't mean that you're out in the dirt."
            "Yeah." Harry agreed. I glared at him, and he gave me a sad smile. "Sorry Niall. Really. Ella's really great though, you know? I'll give you the first shot though, okay?"
            "I considered you my best friend, Harry." Seven words, and Harry looked like he had just been hit by the tour bus.
            "Niall...I'm sorry mate. I really am."
            "YOU COULD HAVE ANY GIRL, HARRY." I couldn't help it; I started yelling at him. "ANY GIRL IN THE WORLD. EVERYONE LOVES YOU. EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PERSONONTHIS PLANET WHO'S FEMALE THINKS YOU'RE THE BEST THING TO WALK THE EARTH SINCE FUCKING CHOCOLATE." Tear started pouring down my face. I knew I was overreacting, but I couldn't help it. "THIS HAPPENS EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME, HARRY. EVERY SINGLE TIME I LIKE A GIRL, AND I MIGHT POSSIBLY HAVE A CHANCE WITH HER, YOU STEAL HER AWAY FROM ME. THEN YOU HAVE SEX WITH HER, AND LEAVE HER CRYING IN THE STREET WHILE YOU GO FIND SOME OTHER GIRL WHO MEANS NOTHING TO YOU TO TRY TO FILL THE STUPID HOLE THAT'S WHERE YOUR HEART IS SUPPOSED TO BE." The rest of the boys stood, shocked, as I stood up, glaring at Harry, who looked like he was about to cry. I took a breath, and tried my very hardest to say the next words without yelling at the bastard. "Well, you know what, Harry?" My voice was laced with so much poison that he physically flinched. "I have a heart, and so does Ella. I won't let you, or anyone else for that matter, taint her and break hers because yours can't be fixed. Have a lovely afternoon." I grabbed my guitar and stormed out, pushing past Harry and Zayn, but stopped, turning around at the door, glaring at the two. "Oh, and don't have too much hate-sex, Hazza. Management might get angry." With that, I ran out, slamming the door behind me, racing down the hallway.
            I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here now.
            I didn't stop running, nor did the tears stop pouring down my face, until I had safely reached the hotel we were supposed to be staying at, throwing open the door to my hotel room, and jumping on the bed, burying my face in my pillow.
            I cried for hours and hours. No one came. No one called. It's because no one cares.
            The last time I had cried myself to sleep was the day I found out I wouldn't be going home for a year. It was painful and hot and sticky and I felt awful the entire time. But the boys had been there for me through it.
            This time, it was much, much worse. Because I didn't have the boys, and my tears only increased every time I thought of anything remotely related to them or Ella. Hot, sticky, salty tears.
            It's because no one cares.
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White Angel
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