@4 hours ago with 17435 notes
Stuntkid aka Jason Levesque - 1: Cassandra, 2013 Digital Arts: Drawings 2: Donkey Skin, 2010 Paintings: Watercolors 3: Anatomical Apnea, 2010 4: Fleshing Out, 2010 5: Loose Lips, 2010 6: Something Wicked, 2012 7: Mia Wallace, 2011 8: Flutter, 2011 9: Paint Job, 2011 Digital Arts: Drawings
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@4 hours ago with 302240 notes
ill settle for nothing less
if my future husband doesn’t have a reaction like this i’m walking right back out and saying “alright let’s try this again”
“You know when the bride makes her entrance and everybody turns to look at her? That’s when I look at the groom. Cause his face says it all you know, there’s pure love there.
I like to glance back at the poor bastard getting married. Cause even though I think he’s an idiot for willingly entering into the last legal form of slavery, he always looks really, really happy”
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@6 months ago with 27514 notes
People have been asking how you are and where you’ve been, but all I tell them is that you broke my heart and walked away like nothing happened. I mean, yeah it really fucking sucked for me the first week, and the next, and the one after that. But it’s whatever now. I’m used to the fact that you’re gone. I’m just indifferent now. I don’t have too many overwhelming feelings anymore, just bits and pieces of old memories that make me wince every now and then because it cuts like glass. I try to remind myself that new ones replace the old ones. (Memories, I mean). It’s almost depressing to think that at one point, we thought that we were inseparable and that nothing could tear us apart. You even said it yourself. Isn’t it funny how the person who claimed us to be inseparable was the same person who tore us apart? Yes, you. The one who made me feel like I’ve never felt before. The one that I loved more than anything. But also the one who left me with nothing. Not even closure, not even the truth. I think that’s what I really need, but if I hear your voice or see your name light up on my phone screen, I might spontaneously combust. I’m doing fine, really. I think I’m getting better without you. I don’t need a good morning text to get through the day anymore, or the sweet lies you used to tell me. (Back then I thought it was the truth. I know better now.) Sometimes I think maybe we’re not for each other because I was taught that love never gives up. You gave up on me. All the things, thoughts, and emotions I invested on you. You gave that all up. I wanted to be everything you needed but I just wasn’t enough. You replaced me but I’m erasing you and I’m happy. I was taught that love never gives up, but now I’m giving up on you like you gave up on me. I guess it means I don’t love you anymore.
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