May 2013
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“You have to stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day...”
– Ellen Degeneres
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April 2013
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Nobody is Watching
What are some things you do when nobody is around?
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March 2013
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Mundane
Sometimes the only thing keeping you from jumping, is the pile of laundry you’ve been too busy to do. There is something inside all of us that says, “jump.” No matter how blue the sky, or how fresh the air, “jump.” We live for the mundane. We exist for sales, grand-openings, anniversary’s, check lists, and sharpied X’s in our calendars. We are all...
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February 2013
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December 2012
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Nothing feels real.
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heyjoewhatdoyouknow asked: Holy poop. I'm so glad I found this blog. This is exactly the kind of art I was looking for! So rad (:
November 2012
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It's Really Over?
You know I felt your presence this morning. I guess it’s really over. You don’t even see how patient I’ve been from the very start. Most of our downfall was in your head… jumping to conclusions, assumptions, miss-communication, quick temper.. and casting me to the side. I was actually waiting for you, I thought you’d get help, and then we could be together again....
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I moved to Los Angeles, just got here yesterday. I’ll be doing an art blast tomorrow. Still working out what theme it’s going to be. Hmm.. Maybe some sci fi or fantasy. >:3
Keep touching lives, and raping eyes, my little bone bags. ~Skelleton
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“Write in a way that confuses the mind of many, but touches the heart of all.”
– Skelleton @ skellevision.tumblr.com
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Why I hate being told to grow out my hair
I hate long hair (on me), because I well and truly believe that short hair looks best on me. Long hair just hides my features. Long hair is the very essence of my childhood scorn. Long hair is the mask I wore for years, trying to be loved, trying to fit in. I was trying to be what society said I needed to be, to be beautiful, to give my father something nice to say about me. I hated myself,...
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