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I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing, but for the first time in as long as I can remember, I feel truly beautiful. -
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19ºF/-7°C And dropping. I think I left my sunshine in Toronto ( Read more... ) -
Upon the skyway
looking down on the world
My spirits rose higher with the altitude.
I didn't want to come back down
as we ascended the rain
and it was there I found
a world worth living in.
It was the closest to heaven I'll ever be.
And in my heart, I'm never coming down. -
I just paid $7.99 for internet, what did you waste your money on today?
Im sitting in Seattle. It's raining as it does most of the time and it has me thinking. Not in that melancholic, omg it's raining kind of mood... But... good contemplation. As in, snuggled under a warm blanket while it's snowing outside and there's Christmas lights and coco and big white snow flakes falling from the sky sort of way--comfortable in ( Read more... ) -
Chinese elemental Zodiac
We did a throw down at draw jam once based on the elemental properties of our Zodiac. IE- Our element had to do battle with it's opposing zodiac. I, being a Yin-Wood ox, had to fight a fire snake.
shikou_mori and I have been tossing game ideas around the last couple days and one mentioned this morning made me think of this again.
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Work Study Session
"If I see you online when I get off work on Saturday nights..."
"Then you're just going to have to deal with it, you know how hard I work."
"Yeah, and I'm not you mom..."
"Yeah. You're not he boss of me, but if you were would you give me a day off?" -
horror-scope
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I'm vetting the world would be better if we had more Pro-artists than Con-artists.
that's just my piece. -
Time to keep going...
I am the stone that the builder refused/I am the visual, the inspiration/that made Lady sing the blues/I am the spark that makes your idea bright/the same spark that lights the dark/so that you can know your left from your right/I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun/the inner glow that lets you know to call your brother ’son’/the story ( Read more... )