I just feel the need to draw this but remake it in some way, am don't know what yet.

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I just feel the need to draw this but remake it in some way, am don't know what yet.

it kills me not talking to you, but i don't wanna fall back into the rut we was stuck in. ps if you see this let me know

it kills me not talking to you, but i don't wanna fall back into the rut we was stuck in. ps if you see this let me know

my childhood had its few good moments but looking back it wasn't so great

my childhood had its few good moments but looking back it wasn't so great

Esper slams her hand against the wall. She grits her teeth as she lays her forehead against the mirror, struggling to hold back the claws and teeth that threaten to tear through her fingers and gums. She can feel her bones shuddering beneath her skin and a long low growl churns in her throat.

Esper slams her hand against the wall. She grits her teeth as she lays her forehead against the mirror, struggling to hold back the claws and teeth that threaten to tear through her fingers and gums. She can feel her bones shuddering beneath her skin and a long low growl churns in her throat.

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"Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer" -Barbara Kingsolver

"Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer" -Barbara Kingsolver

"What happened to taking things slow?" I ask, Tegans lips on my neck. "I don't want to be slow anymore. Give me your worst." (Tegan and Adam)

"What happened to taking things slow?" I ask, Tegans lips on my neck. "I don't want to be slow anymore. Give me your worst." (Tegan and Adam)

She renders herself up, is blotted out; enters the darkness of her own body, forgets her name. Immolation is what she wants, however briefly. To exist without boundaries. - Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

She renders herself up, is blotted out; enters the darkness of her own body, forgets her name. Immolation is what she wants, however briefly. To exist without boundaries. - Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

Disco Deluxe This is what I wanted to be when I grew up "dancing queen"                                                                                                                                                                                 More

Disco Deluxe This is what I wanted to be when I grew up "dancing queen" More

"I may have broken a bone and don't even know it." What a stud, LOL! DB

"I may have broken a bone and don't even know it." What a stud, LOL! DB

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