hxnry:

“Basil’s Kite” // Cap’n Jazz

Dumb loser user boy so used to the abuse
Can’t see how he’s been used.
Pokes me in the side.
Mistakes my gagging for a smile.

sarahssketchbook:

I did up my hourly comics and have them together in glorious book form to celebrate. I’ll maybe put them on my online shop but for sure have them at upcoming comic cons i’m tabling at (such as Comiket next month!)
Anyway, I think this was my favourite hourly.

mimicryisnotmastery:

femalerappers:

Missy Elliott - Work It

I put my thang down flip it and reverse it~

Sarah avakian

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theartofchina:

Guo Jin | 郭晋 (b.1964),  Acrobatics (杂技), 2000. 

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vagabonne:

reppin

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Argument I heard on the bus

• Guy 1: no, niggah, gay bros can raise babies. Look at that warthog motherfucker and that ferret thing that raised Simba. And that niggah became king of motherfucking Africa.

joycemanor:

It’s Cool, We Can Still Be Friends by Bright Eyes

Yeah, you still kiss me, but it’s just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it’s just on the cheek
Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it’s just on the cheek
You pull away so easily

And I still call you, but I get your machine
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And if I’m lucky I guess, I get your roommate answering
But you’re at the bar, or at Gene’s

And we go to dinner, but you won’t hold my hand
We sit at the same table, but we don’t play with our feet
Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don’t sneak a kiss
When the waitress turns around

And we still watch movies, but we don’t share the couch
And we still rent movies, but we don’t share the couch
Yeah, we still watch movies sometimes, but you don’t lay in my lap
The plot is slow, take a nap

And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you’ll even sleep over, but now we stay in our clothes
Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes
I’m only there so that you’re not alone

And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
Yeah, you say that I’ve hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let’s contrast and compare
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn’t there

I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies
I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies
Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies
I see through them all the time
So I’m pouring some whiskey, I’m gonna get drunk
Yeah, I’m pouring myself some whiskey, I’m going to get really fucking drunk
I’m pouring some whiskey right now, I’m going to get so, so drunk
That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.

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Beach date, 1950s

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caelitia:

1950sunlimited:

Teens, 1950s

Teenage boys wearing the style they are most accustomed to throughout the United States; Jeans, leather boots (shoes are acceptable) and button up shirt with carefully rolled sleeves (a tee shirt may be worn under this or by itself).                       

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