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A portrait I drew of Tom Hardy. Did not copy off of any specific picture of him- just drew him to the best of my abilities freehand. Read more about it here.

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  • cashier: Have a nice day!
  • grandma: Or not.
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"You would look ridiculous with a beard."

- says Simon.
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It’s like total paranoia…

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Rarely am I motivated to write something upon seeing a movie. I would have said something earlier, only I got home at three o’ clock in the morning, and I was barely conscious long enough to brush my teeth before hitting the hay.

First of all, I don’t read Spider-Man comics or graphic novels. These are critiques based on just the simple mechanics of movie and plot-making. Minor spoilers, as a heads up.

Anyway, the movie was…entertaining.However, there were some things that I found to be very wrong with the film. First of all, we still insist on making Spider-Man cry, but we can’t ever find an actor that doesn’t look atrocious doing it. At least one Spider-Man tradition continues on, it seems.

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"And by the way- how the fuck do you spell ‘exercise’?"

- says Simon, my adorable Swedish boyfriend who apparently was battling with himself over how to spell this devilish word. Don’t we all know how he feels?
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  • sister: You know, if I didn't look at the rest of you. . . your legs really look like "man legs."
  • brother: So you're telling me that I look like a woman?
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Queen has got to be one of the greatest bands that ever walked this planet. Definitely one of my favorite groups- I just wish I had one of their CDs. :(

Anyway, this is “A Kind of Magic” by Queen. It really is a magical song, because no matter how shitty you’re feeling it really does, somehow, make  you feel better. Try it sometime! 

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  • me: Why do you love my lips?
  • simon: Because you've got beautiful lips, and they're not dry and charred like mine.
  • me: Chapped. Charred would mean your lips have been burnt by fire.
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PART II. I LOVE YOU
Mina’s shape was outlined by the soft light that poured from the windows of her caravan. She was sitting on the wooden steps outside with her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands, looking out into the darkness with her deep brown eyes. She’d never been there before, out in the dark, waiting for her nightly visitor. The master suddenly didn’t know what to do. His heart began to race and fill with panic.                                                                                                       

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