Trust No One. Paradise.

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kylesimmonsstache:

bastealinghearts:

Apparently kylesimmonsstache gets really excited about art.

LET’S FUCKIN TALK ABOUT ART

"REGULAR" ART

FANART

OH WHOA THAT’S A SWEET ASS MOTHERFUCKING CLASSICAL PAINTING BUT THEN FUCKIN LOOK AT THE DETAIL

JESUS CHRIST

TTHHHIIISSSSS IISSSSS AAAAA PAAAIINNNTTTIIINNNGGGG?!!?!!?!!!?!?!!! WHAT TO HECK????

FUCKIN SWEET ASS DAFT PUNK COLORED PENCILS HELLA

LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME IT ISN’T FUCKIN RAD AS HELL

MOTHERFUCKING EMBROIDERY?!!!!!!?!?!!?!!?

THIS LOOKS LIKE A SCENE OUT OF A MOVIE

OH SWEET LOOK AT THIS SCULPTURE RIGHT

JUST WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE HERE

THIS IS A DRAWING MADE TO LOOK LIKE A SCULPTURE I CAN’T FUCKING

LOOK MORE SWEET ASS COLORED PENCIL DRAWINGS
NOW I’M ABOUT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT MY BRO BERNINI OKAY JUST TRUST ME ON THIS

ALREADY GORGEOUS RIGHT

FUCKING LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT IT I’M FUCKING

HOW DOES MARBLE LOOK LIKE GOSSAMER FABRIC HOOOOOWWWW??!!!!?

kylesimmonsstache:

bastealinghearts:

Apparently kylesimmonsstache gets really excited about art.

LET’S FUCKIN TALK ABOUT ART

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"REGULAR" ART

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FANART

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OH WHOA THAT’S A SWEET ASS MOTHERFUCKING CLASSICAL PAINTING BUT THEN FUCKIN LOOK AT THE DETAIL

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JESUS CHRIST

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TTHHHIIISSSSS IISSSSS AAAAA PAAAIINNNTTTIIINNNGGGG?!!?!!?!!!?!?!!! WHAT TO HECK????

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FUCKIN SWEET ASS DAFT PUNK COLORED PENCILS HELLA

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LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME IT ISN’T FUCKIN RAD AS HELL

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MOTHERFUCKING EMBROIDERY?!!!!!!?!?!!?!!?

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THIS LOOKS LIKE A SCENE OUT OF A MOVIE

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OH SWEET LOOK AT THIS SCULPTURE RIGHT

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JUST WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE HERE

image

THIS IS A DRAWING MADE TO LOOK LIKE A SCULPTURE I CAN’T FUCKING

image

LOOK MORE SWEET ASS COLORED PENCIL DRAWINGS

NOW I’M ABOUT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT MY BRO BERNINI OKAY JUST TRUST ME ON THIS

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ALREADY GORGEOUS RIGHT

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FUCKING LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT IT I’M FUCKING

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HOW DOES MARBLE LOOK LIKE GOSSAMER FABRIC HOOOOOWWWW??!!!!?

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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