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June 21st, 2014 8:21pm
“The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long; you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?”
Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)
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June 21st, 2014 8:18pm
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June 20th, 2014 6:43pm
Above me on the landing stood a strange girl, about my age, with short black hair. She was smiling down at me, not a warm smile, not a friendly smile, but the coldest, most frightening smile I had ever seen.
—Goosebumps #1 Welcome to Dead House, R. L. Stine
This is my piece for the MONSTER EDITION book! The book itself has just gone up for pre-order for a limited time—check out the store and the masterpost of artists. I was introduced to the work of a ton of talented artists through this book. I’m so glad to be a part of it! Welcome to Dead House is one of my favorite books from the series. So classically ridiculous and creepy.
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June 20th, 2014 5:03pm
Got to see one of my favorite people in the whole world today! 😀 @yourfoxylady
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June 18th, 2014 4:23pm
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June 18th, 2014 4:22pm
‘ .Halle Deneen in NAKIMULI CURVY .
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June 18th, 2014 4:11pm
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June 17th, 2014 8:53pm
Anonymous:
I don’t believe in god but i don’t know how to explain to my parents.kill a baby write science on the wall with his blood
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June 12th, 2014 9:31pm
‘;Life Goes On by Tupac Shakur
Bury me smilin’, with G’s in my pocket,
have a party at my funeral and let every rapper rock it,
let tha hoes that I used to know, from way before,
kiss me from my head to my toe,
give me a paper and a pen,
so I can write about my life of sin,
a couple bottles of gin,
in case I don’t get in,
tell all my people I’m a Ridah
nobody cries when we die,
we outlaws, let me ride,
until I get free,
I live my life in tha fast lane, got police chasen me,
to my niggas from old blocks, from old crews,
niggas that guided me through,
back in tha old school,
pour out some liquor,
have a toast for tha homies,
see we both gotta die,
but ya chose to go before me,
and brothas miss you while your gone,
you left your nigga on his own,
how long will we mourn,
life goes on…
