Sad melody of spring.

I believe whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you... Stranger. || I've learned to assume the worse. || Death is not friendly, is dark, black on where you look at it, you're all alone.

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We’ll carry on, we’ll carry onAnd though you’re dead and gone believe meYour memory will carry on…


Would you rather… [x]

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I remember, I was at Cal Arts and I wasn’t a good life-drawer; I struggled with that realistic style of drawing. And one day I was sitting in Farmer’s Market sketching, and it was this weird, mind-blowing experience. I said, ‘Goddamit, I don’t care if I can’t draw, I’m just gonna draw how I feel about it.’ All of a sudden I had my own personal breakthrough, and then I could draw, and satisfied myself. I’ve had very few experiences like that, and I’ll never forget it.

Happy Birthday, Tim Burton (August 25, 1958)

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BBC Sherlock meets tumblr


Of course, dogs are a pretty poor judge of human beauty. But I had a rough idea of what to look for.

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