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art blog at waffles-and-pens(warning: mainly MLP crap)

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floozys:

don’t buy that “love is a serious word” crap. love freely and carelessly. love yourself. love that lady bird that just flew past. love that cutie that served you lunch at a cafe that you’ll probably never see again. love every single cat you see and when you stop loving someone or something, don’t fight it. 


yummytomatoes:

a greater part of me feels aggressive, but part of me feels peaceful 


ekolpc:

savanitabonita:

I just moaned.

I hope my fall experience is as magical as this made me feel.

bigbardafree:

damn my friends are talented

i mean they are giant nerds

but damn talented nerds

Track: The Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Band
Artist:
Plays: 151,461

themrcreepypasta:

A bit of a sample of what could be heard during the Day at “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza”

The Voice of Freddy

The Voice of Bonnie

The Voice of Chica

warpedesto:

do you ever just

make a friend and think

I am so glad this friend is mine

fvming:

I find it funny how, everyday you’re surrounded by complete strangers, all of which have different dreams, thoughts, and problems. However, you never find out about any of these, simply because we’re scared to speak to people who are the same as us


radicalfruit:

a-s-d-f-g-h-j-k-l-no:

gorillamunchies:

why does this make me feel mad

Because he’s considered powerful, and she’s considered a whore.

*shots fired*


piptart:

piptart:

flapper fawn

her ears are tied up to resemble a cloche hat that was worn by flappers in the 1920s

now i sleep =v=

i really need to bring these babies back ;v;

maybe i’ll do some flapper fawn concepts for portfolio pieces..

To the girl who falls asleep crying, we know your hurt. To the boy who contemplates suicide, we love you. To the girl who has an eating disorder, you are so beautiful in our eyes. To the guy who just wants to be loved, we have our arms open to you. To the girl who is misunderstood, we understand. To the guy who watches his mom get abused, we want to help you help her. To the girl who suffers from a broken heart, he wasn’t worth your tears. To anyone who has ever felt like no one cares, you’re not alone.