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thatonewannabechef:
souviet:
crazywolfchick:
okiedokoro:
so a lot of times, I look at myself in the mirror and I think, “Wow. What sort of person would fall in love with a loser like me?” and then it hits me. Some poor fucker /did/ fall in love with me and it is the craziest, most mind-blowing thing I can possibly imagine ever happening to me.
Holy fuck, I’m right there with you, bro. It’s like “How … did this happen?” and you’re not complaining, you’re just suddenly struck by your luck and the fact that there /was/ someone else on the other end of your red string.
oh my god you two
Im thinking the same thing here.
so like
i know i’m going to be called a huge dick for saying this but like
come on you guys
at least you have someone
you are not alone and you know what it’s like to be loved
like just
please stop
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shining-shoes-for-the-fat-lady:
The artist Louis Wain’s works became more and more disjointed as he slipped deeper into schizophrenia. He went from painting relatively normal pictures of anthropomorphic cats to painting this.
(via thatonewannabechef)
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