Holmes.
tavikat:

faffymungebimp:

mrchambles:

"it’s pink"
"no it’s lightish red"

lightish blood orange

tavikat:

faffymungebimp:

mrchambles:

"it’s pink"

"no it’s lightish red"

lightish blood orange

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Shingeki no Big Four by LilyScribbles
lilyscribbles:

Here’s a doodle. They’re my favorite characters so far…

lilyscribbles:

Here’s a doodle. They’re my favorite characters so far…

Here’s a doodle. They’re my favorite characters so far…

Here’s a doodle. They’re my favorite characters so far…

I WISH I WASNT SO FUCKING INSECURE ABOUT MY BODY LIKE DAMN SON I JUST WANT TO WEAR SHORTS WITHOUT ALMOST CRYING

Doodled this in between stuff I need to get done. This is my first legit SNK fanart, I kind of ship the hell outta these two. 

Doodled this in between stuff I need to get done. This is my first legit SNK fanart, I kind of ship the hell outta these two. 

unperceptible:

"how would you describe yourself"

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scarily accurate. 

Faction Mottos
Dauntless: yolo
Amity: ily
Candor: tbh
Erudite: fyi
Abnegation: wbu

holyhobbitshit:

shinitama:

sadness-or-euphoria:

Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.

Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.

I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.

I will always, always, ALWAYS reblog this when it’s on my dash.

I cried legit tears like a baby when I first watched this and I still get teary eyed when this appears on my dash. 

professorsugoi:

the-bored-cat:

What does kindness get you? This.

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All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.
This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?
The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.
At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.
Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.
But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.
The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.
They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.
And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.
Writings For Winter - For Twenty Year-Olds who have never been loved 
(via beepboopboopbeep)
Describe my art style to me
Astrid “I’m Prada you’re Nada” Hofferson

Astrid “I’m Prada you’re Nada” Hofferson

My part of a trade with grnstreet, inspired by the song “Beside you” by Phildel

My part of a trade with grnstreet, inspired by the song “Beside you” by Phildel

grnstreet:

Art trade w/ lilyscribbles!
I don’t have many followers at all, but if any of you out there are reading this, check her out! her stuff is pretty dang awesome if I do say so myself. If I think I know what I’m talking about, she takes commissions too.


aghh this is gorgeous! I love it, especially the color scheme, it’s calming and delightful and I just can’t have enough of it, and the water and the fish in the foreground ashfksldjlsslshdlsla thank you for proposing the trade! :)

grnstreet:

Art trade w/ lilyscribbles!

I don’t have many followers at all, but if any of you out there are reading this, check her out! her stuff is pretty dang awesome if I do say so myself. If I think I know what I’m talking about, she takes commissions too.

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aghh this is gorgeous! I love it, especially the color scheme, it’s calming and delightful and I just can’t have enough of it, and the water and the fish in the foreground ashfksldjlsslshdlsla thank you for proposing the trade! :)