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Just an easy trick I learned a few years ago that I thought I’d share. May not work 100% all the time, but works well for simple hand/arm placement.

Reblogging for great justice.

oh neato burritos

yes

This is really clever, actually. Thanks!

May 31st, 6:52pm

fuck you, i am a princess

May 31st, 5:44am

i’ll finish page construction tomorrow

so uhh

deal with whatever this is

for the next twelve hours

May 31st, 5:24am

It is five thirty a.m.

in an hour and a half

I will have been up for 24 hours

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May 31st, 4:42am

brb blog under major construction here　

#summer projects yo #it's five in the morning and I'm supposed to be doing an Eli profile but fuck you that's what

May 31st, 4:03am

Six months isn’t really that much in the grand scheme of things

maybe one day, this’ll just be “that time you were gone for six months,” like “that time we had a fight and didn’t talk for four months but then your hamster died so we started hanging out again.”

but how do I know it won’t be “that time you were gone for seven months,” or “that time you were gone for twelve months,” or “that time you were gone for two years”?

these seconds tick by like minutes and these minutes tick by like hours

things always seem shorter when you look back on them

the staircase only takes five minutes to descend instead of five days

I know it’s dramatic and I know that if I were to get a text from you right now, I’d probably hit cancel and wonder what the fuck I was thinking, cuz you’re only this important when you’re gone

maybe it’s because I have that small hope that maybe, right now, somewhere, you’re changing. And when you get back, you’ll be that idealistic view I have of you

I know you won’t be, ‘cuz I keep having dreams where you come home and suddenly all of this seems so trivial and dumb

You’re not gone for good but my head seems to think you are and BAM, you’re that much more perfect in my memory than you were before

hey

I’m not deleting either of the voicemails you left me last fall

I’m pretty sure you’re high as fuck in the second one, ‘cuz you just keep going on about the most pointless things-

and the first one reminds me that maybe you can be the person I remember you as

I know you’re over wherever you are, remembering all the raves and the sex and the drugs, and all the cool guys you knew, but there’s still some hope that maybe sometimes you think of me ‘cuz not a day goes by that I don’t miss you

hey

summer’s starting soon

maybe you’ll be home then

For some reason, I doubt it

it’s four in the morning

I’m tired

when I’m tired, I’m emo

ignore my drama, I know it’s lame

I think I’ll go listen to some Beethoven now