ART HELP:

jumperben-holybatch:

spaceycrazylady:

corporalbutts:

Cutting to the chase I am doing a project for my art class that requires me to do a piece that is 60ftx1ft long.

60 feet is a HUGE size.

Long story short, I need your URLs, and if you reblog/like this post I will write your URL down on my piece.

I NEED 60 FEET OF URLS AND I HAVE SMALL HANDWRITING. PLEASE REBLOG FOR ONE REASON, AND ONE REASON ONLY:

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this is actually the best reason ever

The game is on

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drawkill:

Was gonna wait till October to do my blog theme, but nah.

drawkill:

Was gonna wait till October to do my blog theme, but nah.

chroniclebooks:

#ThisIsMyBookstore, what’s yours?

Every bookstore has a story, and we want to tell them all. Submit a photo of your favorite (or tag it #ThisIsMyBookstore on your own Tumblr blog) and tell us why it’s special. Are the staff picks strangely knowing? Is there just something about the smell?

We will share the strongest #ThisIsMyBookstore stories every Friday to spread the word about these important places. Join in, and maybe you’ll discover a new spot to spend the weekend.

Images (top-bottom):

Photography by Irene Kim.

fullcravings:

Pumpkin Ice Cream Pie

asktheguardianofhappiness said: "Chess...I had a bad dream..."

icanhazdrumstickz:

asktheguardianofhappiness:

icanhazdrumstickz:

Chess, sitting on the couch, looked up from his novel, eyes turning green with dismay. “Aw…come sit with me and talk about it.”

Megan whimpered a little, got up, and snuggled close to Chess, her head lying on his chest. She recalled her nightmare with difficulty. “Well…people were dying….and there were ghosts….And…I just…” She started to sob, not wanting to think about it anymore.

"Oh, shhhh…it was just a dream. Nothing’s going to hurt you around here." He rested his head on hers, breathing slowly and rhythmically to help calm her down. "We all have nightmares…don’t let it scare you too much…shhh…"

Megan pressed her face into Chess’ chest, taking some deep breaths as she followed his instructions on how to calm down. The instructions were nonverbal as she was merely matching his breathing on instinct. She wrapped her around her waist and eventually stopped crying, giving an involuntary shiver as she looked up at him, moving her head from under his. “Thank you…I needed that.” She gave a weak smile.

She didn’t feel like going back to sleep right now…she hoped he didn’t mind. She was in fact still curled up on his lap as she requested in a small voice: “Chess…could you maybe….read to me? From your novel, I mean…”

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soupery:

these puppies believe in you, and you should too

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"You should not
have to rip yourself
into pieces to keep
others whole."

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