This blog is an inconsistent piece of shit, but at least I have fun.

 

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nightfuryearthbender:

lizzorasaurus:

andante-ace:

charlatte-love:

perfectlypreparedprosecution:

dmann-rjm:

BEST ENJOYED WITH HEADPHONES

LEFT EAR: Mandarin version.

RIGHT EAR: English version.

Enjoy the multiple eargasm…

AAAH YOU ALMOST MADE ME HAVE A LACK OF PERFECTION ON MY BLOG

YOU ARE SO LUCKY I AM AWAKE

HOLYSHIT

guys omg guys guys listen

whoa…..

#OHMYFUCKINGGODTHISISSOFUCKINGAWESOME!!!!!!

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imageso you say he can dance to anything

im laughing so hard why are people reblogging this again omg

help tumblr has reached singularity

i love this post

Welcome to the post that got me kicked out of the library 

you’re welcome

I’m crying.

how diD I KNOW

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wonderland-in-the-dark:

godstoy:

This. I must rant:
Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.
I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.

omg i feel your pain

wonderland-in-the-dark:

godstoy:

This. I must rant:

Six years ago, before everything started, I was a brilliant kid. I would draw, write, play the piano and everything came from the inside, nobody taught me (my parents were against it) and it made me happy. Slowly, depression sneaked in, and I started losing my talent, the very little I had. Before that I would pass all my tests without even looking at the testbook. Now I can’t concentrate and I fail practically everything, I can’t play more than 5 minutes straight the piano and my creativity is absolutely gone, which has left me with nothing, because art was all I had. I sleep way too much and wake up tired. So I went from a kid who shined and was admired to someone who is constantly disappointing people, because they expect me to be as good as I was before, and I aren’t anymore.

I can’t. I can’t study, I can’t rest, I can’t create. Literally, a part of me is dead, and I can’t help it. It makes me so sad.

omg i feel your pain

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techiejellyfish:

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urbanfuck:

my mother must be so proud of her lazy, rebellious, anxiety-ridden, depressed child

your mother must be so proud of her strong, smart child who lives each day dealing with anxiety and depression and still holds on

this is beautiful