"Even if you smelled like diarrhea I would still love you"
I miss you every time I’m gone justpimples

"Even if you smelled like diarrhea I would still love you"
I miss you every time I’m gone justpimples


Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow , for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
Kurt Vonnegut (via munkstrap)

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bagelfraud:

a self portrait

bagelfraud:

a self portrait

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I’m lucky and full


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