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Hello Aimee
Van Gogh - (make-up by me.)
No photoshop or other editing involved. It is make-up on my face, and acrylic paint on my clothes.
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HOLY BUTTS OF THE CELESTIALS
first we had paintings that looked like photos
now we have photos that look like paintings
Mind-blowing
amazing
the mediocre gatsby
the decent wall of china
the ok depression
alexander the alright
the average spiderman
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Apparently when you’re at the front of a rollercoaster going up a hill isn’t the right time to shout back “Hey has anyone seen Final destination 3?”
gotta make sure to do that next time i go to an amusement park
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i’m about to cry
my brother told me that only today he found out that LGBT stood for les/gay/bi/trans instead of lettuce green bacon tomato
he looked at me and he had tears in his eyes and he said in the most horrified voice
i’ve been telling people i like LGBT sandwiches okay that means i’ve been having gay sandwiches
then he started to cry and ran off and yelled
they all think i’ve had gay threesomes!!!!!
i’m actually crying omg
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I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.
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