Large Horse, by William Turnbull.
Just another day in Texas. :D
You know what the anon option is for? (✿◠‿◠)
For shy people who are too scared to talk to their favourite blogs. (◡‿◡✿)
Not for you to act like a piece of shit. ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿
Jesus Christ. I hope these are legit because some of these are raising FABULOUS questions.
you know, my mom told me that when i was little i used to tell her recurring tidbits of a linear series of events from “when i was older”
she mentioned me pointing an old man and getting really excited and saying “hey that man was my student when i used to teach piano!” in a situation, or saying “you know i like you more than my other mom, she was so mean” and my personal favourite is the one where i said “i used to have a gilrfriend once, you know, we were on my motorcyle and i lost control and fell off a cliff on the roadside, i really hope she’s okay”
Children are scary as fuck.
I need to stay away
Wasn’t there a post going around about how maybe the ‘Light at the end of the Tunnel’ that people go to when they die is the opening of the womb when we’re born? And we gradually forget our previous lives as we grow older? Because that post combined with this post scares the living crap outta me.
Actually read a post not too long ago about memories being passed down genetically. Maybe they were remembering their ancestors memories and acting weird because of it.
What the actual fuck.
I quote my friend Wagatwe when I say “moral of the story: stay away from white children.” LMAO.
I make a lot of goofy drawings of “hunks” because I’ve always found the word and its accompanying images pretty fun to play around with, but Collector’s Weekly has a pretty interesting article about the cultural history of hunks/muscle men that you might like to read.