I love when stuff just washes over you, even just for a split second and you feel immersed in the most incredible way. Like when a song just seeps into your skin and every inch of your body feels intoxicated with the plethora of feeling and emotion emanating from its roots. Or like when you view a piece of art and you feel entrenched in a heavy covering of heart, it’s like the warmth of a doona and fire in winter, it’s like you can almost touch the artist’s soul.
+this is my linen closet, *shows you some towels*
and this is my lenin closet *shows you communist propaganda*
I have a lennon closet *shows you pictures of john lennon*
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+I know that this is nothing really, but I really want to be good at something
Here’s my drawing of Matthew Perry
I know the quality is crappy, if you’d like me to upload a better quality one so that you don’t have some crap on your blog please message me, I really appreciate all of you just seeing this
thank you
(p.s feel free to delete this text if it shows up on your blog, just don’t change the source)
one day, when my boobs are bigger, i’ll find someone
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i could change my name to grimes at any moment and the whole indie world would find themselves in the largest polygamous marriage ever to exist
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