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double-u o double-u.

double-u o double-u.

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my all-time favorite dream pet, teacup piggies. T w T

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Completely breathtaking. &lt;3

paintings-anabagayan:

The Powerpuff Girls visit the Planet of the Floraxians
16 x 20 inches
Oil on panel
On exhibit at the Cartoon Network anniversary show at ComicCon San Diego on July 12-14th.
Purchase inquiries contact Mark Murphy at murphy@murphydesign.com

Completely breathtaking. <3

paintings-anabagayan:

The Powerpuff Girls visit the Planet of the Floraxians

16 x 20 inches

Oil on panel

On exhibit at the Cartoon Network anniversary show at ComicCon San Diego on July 12-14th.

Purchase inquiries contact Mark Murphy at murphy@murphydesign.com

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Word.

Word.

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Just a not-so-little rant.

DARN.

I’m officially a high schooler, well, not yet. Well, soon. But still.

I hate my new soon-to-be-hell, school.

fucking hate it. Fucking hate it so fucking much. Why, might no one ask?

First, I’ll see my fucking ex. Damn I hate him. He was, by far, the only reason why I transferred there in the first place. And now that we’re completely over each other (hopefully #sigh), I would rather die then go to that school more then ever.

Second, I’ll see my fucking ex AND a loser-leftover-loving bitch whose with him. I know she’s so freaking ugly and no one basically ‘wants’ her, she’ll do anything, anything to keep my ex ‘cause she’s just so damn desperate. I mean come on, I made out with my ex tons of times when he’s still with her, he just loves me more. <3 

Blargh. Over it. Well I think I am. Not.

Third, I’ll see my ex’s best friends, which is THE most obnoxious people in the whole fucking world. There’s this one guy who keeps threatening me, which doesn’t concern me (I love the way I don’t give any damn to people who disrespects me). My only concern if he gets violent and threatens me physically. I’m weak, short, and basically fragile. He’s big, fat and has backups. Tons. There’s a chance that I’ll be alone when I’m facing a million (or five students, just overreacting) and they’re armed with their fists, glass bottles and some hand-knuckles thinggy. Darn.

There are also these bitches who basically hate me. I don’t give a fuck. Why should I? They called me bitch in the first place and screamed at me and threatens me. And so fucking what if they’re like, the most gangster-like girls in the whole fucking school. If they’re gonna bitch, they are gonna bitch. Blargh. Don’t care. Don’t fucking care.

#sigh, I hate being me sometimes. Being strong for myself isn’t really easy for me.

How is it easy for everyone?

#finished ranting.

(PS: I’ve done this rant, out of curiosity, because I’ve seen, just now, a tumblr post of one of the bitches who hates me. Lulz. Yeah, I don’t care if she sees this. ‘Cause I actually want her to see this. I know you’re reading this, you worthless backstabbing-bitch. LAUGHINGMYFUCKINGASSOFF.)

#okay now I’m done ranting.


I&#8217;d love to make my bangs look like that.

I’d love to make my bangs look like that.

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