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Hey there, I'm Claire and I enjoy random whatevers. :D

leupstripes:

chemicalbydefault:

alchemyprime:

mordenkainensblog:

How Rogues Work: A Summary.

Oh, lovely. Rogue players, take note.

If Exarius got into combat.

*ignores context, admires gorgeous monsterthing, siiighs*

(Source: sensationaldisney, via icebizzle)

tres13:

we-pray-as-wolves:

I Can’t Paint by aartishinde

This is really intense for me, because this is exactly what artist’s block feels like. You’ve got color all around you, all over you, inside of you, in your fucking soul, and you can’t get it out on that canvas, that sketchpad, that digital screen that just sits there and yawns, white and infinite in front of you like an enemy, or worse, like a lover you can’t hold because they’re too far away. You sense what you could do if the lines and shapes and colors would come to you, but it all stays just beyond your straining fingers, no matter how hard you reach for it. It’s worse than a sense of your own inadequacy; it’s fear and it’s pain, and it’s everything you feel like you could accomplish but can’t because somehow, the colors won’t transfer from your hands, from your being, onto that white surface. You can’t paint. You can’t even begin.

tres13:

we-pray-as-wolves:

I Can’t Paint by aartishinde

This is really intense for me, because this is exactly what artist’s block feels like. You’ve got color all around you, all over you, inside of you, in your fucking soul, and you can’t get it out on that canvas, that sketchpad, that digital screen that just sits there and yawns, white and infinite in front of you like an enemy, or worse, like a lover you can’t hold because they’re too far away. You sense what you could do if the lines and shapes and colors would come to you, but it all stays just beyond your straining fingers, no matter how hard you reach for it. It’s worse than a sense of your own inadequacy; it’s fear and it’s pain, and it’s everything you feel like you could accomplish but can’t because somehow, the colors won’t transfer from your hands, from your being, onto that white surface. You can’t paint. You can’t even begin.

(via icebizzle)

lilyjanescollins:

I was a good-looking kid. I never felt, like, dorky. I was just like, ‘Yup, these are my braces. I’ve had them forever.’

(Source: gwenstacye, via iamnevertheone)

(Source: mvlans-moved, via thabazooka)

(Source: buckynat, via cloysterbell)

cloud-answers:

averagedopeydope:

cookierobotgaming:

zombimanos:

iraffiruse:

Twisted Speedo

I tried not to reblog this. I REALLY did.

You have to believe me, I tried…

CookieMonster2014

I support him

he has my vote.

and the pursuit of cookies

(via icebizzle)

savagefluff:

painted-bees:

impishtubist:

geniusbee:

How I deal with problems 

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN. I love you.

Accurate to how I roll.

I need this ‘I AM A DELIGHT’ on a T-shirt. This is the cutest, most motivating comic I have ever seen. +<+

(via silverplatypusdiaries)