My new hair and my babies! Guitar is one-of-a-kind custom and IT’S FOR SALE! Great sound for how small the body is! It comes with a coffin hard case, also is excellent condition! Just make an offer.
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This weeks has been very sad for us, we have lost the smallest member of our family, our Cuttlefish Ponyo (née Cthulhu) She leaves behind her babies which we are hoping will hatch. RIP Girl. :-(
I only saw one Jim Morrison photo here so I’m submitting another one.
Here he is before the drugs, booze, groupies and beard took over.
And yes, he is the one and only dead guy I lust for. I even have dreams about traveling through time and meeting him. Is that weird? Then again, he’s the one who asked, “Where’s your will to be weird?“
My Jim Morrison submission finally got re-blogged! YES! <3 <3 His awesomeness needs to reach so many dashboards!
Hi.: What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or…
everyone should follow youfem. they’re a london-based youth feminist organization and they’re looking to spread there word on tumblr :D
*note: i don’t do “promos” because they’re are lame and hey i’m not cool enough for that.
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Luna’s new poster! Luna gets her first two posters for her side of the bed. The Beatles and The Doors/Jim Morrison! She promised once The Yellow Submarine and Woodstock posters arrive that she will stop crying at bedtime. We’ll see about that! Hahaha!
Bed frame scuff marks courtesy of Ozzy the rottie. I just love that dog. lol
Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice or just have a nice chat..
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Daryl Dixon and his cheeseburger VS the the Zombie Monster
PLEASE READ THIS:
Before anybody starts judging me, I just want to say that Luna is a very happy and well-adjusted 4-year old. She is not the girly-girl type. She is not allowed to watch violent movies at home but she is not stupid, she knows that if you get a boo boo, then there is blood.
This is just us having fun as I was making her practice writing letters (She wrote everything! I’m so proud of her and she just turned 4 last Valentine’s) and playing play-dohs with her and the red splatter is supposed to be the goo globs from the “zombie monster” she made. Of course, it’s pretty obvious I made Daryl Dixon, but she did the zombie monster and the splatter goo things. She said Daryl is supposed to have a cheeseburger on his other hand and he’s supposed to be happy because he is saving her from the zombie monster that she made. It’s for him for Valentine’s day according to her :-)
PS: She is terrified of Zombies, and I mean she gets hysterical. Pretty understandable, I am too, but telling her about Daryl Dixon made her feel a little bit braver about zombies (I told her he was gonna kick all the zombies butts) lol I mean who wouldn’t be?
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath (via franintherye)
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