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his eyes were twitter-blue as they stared out into the yahoo-purple and youtube-red clouds over a facebook-blue sea dotted with the broken deviantart-green tree branches. and then his eyes darkened to tumblr-blue speckled with wikipedia-grey as he turned to his fiery fox. “let’s begin,” he said, his voice like chrome. “let’s begin exploring this internet.” and they binged off into the setting sun at a google miles per hour.


They’ve finally figured out their real target demographic. 


I made an Aoba cake for my wife’s birthday. →


Hi folks. I really hate to do this but im at a loss at this point.

In laymans terms: i cant afford to live. Please go to the link if you want a more extensive explanation.

I moved to toronto to escape the abuse i was experiencing at home and to acquire safety as a trans…


imagine seeing the empty husk of a body you used to live in every day, like a snake that shed its skin but then your boyfriend fucking kept the skin and put it on a pillow in plain view in his bedroom and fucking posed it so it looked like your old self, just sleeping, so he could look at your dead dry snake skin every day. imagine how much that would fuck you up





Russian medical record written in cursive

you say russian and i raise you chinese

Chinese doctors' handwriting

*gasp of horror*



I know you guys are probably tired of seeing me make posts about my commissions but i gotta get my art out there somehow

anyways went with a more simplistic approach instead of gifs this time around. sorry about my weird writing.

so yeah! any boosting is great.

I only accept paypal! If interested, please check out my website, and/or email me!