May
12
(via martininamerica)
Closet Fangirl
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Posts tagged why
Apr
15
hover for a horoscope :’)
I thought this was going to be legit like
then
oh
hover for LEGIT horoscopes
WHO BROUGHT THIS BACK
(via railswithpails)
Mar
2
I was actually happy with the way I was drawing…… and then the FEET came along…….
Feb
15
WHERE
THE FUCKJ IS JOHJN
- WHERE
- THE FUCK
- IS JOHN
- JOOOOOOOIHN
- JOIHN
- WHER IS HE
(via homestuckaddict)
Feb
14
why is drawing so hard
*throws pencil across room*
*flops on bed dramatically*
*cries*
Jan
24
gdi I hate the new posting/reblogging thing >:(
it makes reblogging way more complicated and you can’t keep the tags anymore??
good job tumblr, good job
Dec
16
CC: Because, stupid.CC: I’M D———EAD!
NOOOOOO FEFERI NOOOOOOO
THAT’S NOT ADORABLE OF YOU
;A;
Nov
24
TOO
MUCH
FUCKING
PAIN
Sometimes, George would look in the mirror and say “Yeah, I guess I was better looking than you. Wings would be wicked, though. Still, girls dig battle scars. Did you know that, Freddie?”
And then, he would reach out to the glass and touch it, hoping that maybe this time it won’t just be his reflection, thinking that he would give up all the ears in the world just to have Fred back. Sometimes he would cry. Other times he would joke around, laughing for Fred and pretending the face in the mirror wasn’t his.
Most times, though, he would write messages into the fogged up mirrors after a shower, hoping they would reach Fred on the other side.
Happy birthday. We would have been twenty nine today.
Mum tried not to cry today.
It’s okay though. I cried too.
We all did.
He would send the messages on every birthday and, when he’s very very old, he’d leave one last message in the small mirror that he keeps in his pocket at all times. He would use his last breath to write out his last words meant for someone who’s already gone down the path he’s about to take.
Wait.
are you satan
Yes.
are you moffat
I was under the impression that we were one and the same.
(via skyhealer)
Nov
20
murr this is why I hate tumbling on my phone
it loads so slowly and crashes nearly every page load (and half the time the pictures don’t show up)
and when I go back to tumblr on my computer, I find one of the posts I wanted to look at (but was unable to save as a draft) wasn’t there.
Tumblr y u eat that post >:U
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