I don’t think you can see him
Well but th’ moon is just outside
Of my window.
It’s just really nice.
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One of the shirts I bought today has triangles all over it.
What have I done.
The image of any angel becomes an angel. That’s right, I’ve just fucked all of you over.
Don’t blink.
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Omfg. We’re out of potatoes. This never happens. How can we be out of potatoes?
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Also, I have to do a psychology report on any character from literature, any (dead) celebrity, or someone generally well known. Any ideas?
I have this statistics project I thought was due tomorrow so I began t’ get worried. Then I looked at th’ assignment sheet and ‘t said Thursday. I promptly threw th’ sheet i’ th’ air and proudly proclaimed, “i’ that case, fuck ‘t!”
“It’s okay, boss. This was never going to work if they didn’t have something t-…”
Agent Coulson. Drawn in about nine hours. There are a ton of imperfections, but I don’t think I can work on it anymore ha. Clark Gregg has wonderful proportions. And hair…or lack thereof.
So my friend says he’s coming back by the Avengers 2. Frankly, I think he’s full of shit.
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