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you are my protector and my best friend

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 16:38:02 -0400

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8TRACKS // ART CREDIT

tracknotes under cut

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attabe: one day i will master photoshop but today im just gonna...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 10:18:34 -0400

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one day i will master photoshop but today im just gonna draw sloppy malporportioned sheepboys

attabe: hahaha ive had a tablet for like 312903812 years and i...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 12:00:04 -0500

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hahaha ive had a tablet for like 312903812 years and i still have no idea how to make stuff digitally but im gonna try and learn finally yeaHH!!!!!! have a sad kid,

black - a crona fst

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 13:45:34 -0500

black - a crona fst:

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part one → i. baby doll - cat power ii. demon host - timber timbre iii. the ever changing spectrum of a lie - the joy formidable iv. of moons, birds & monsters - mgmt v. human being - cat power vi. shyness - thieves like us vii. real love - beach house viii. the hunt - youth lagoon

part two → ix. ghost - whirr x. no.1 against the rush - liars xi. run me out - zola jesus xii. oz icaro - white flight xiii. child at arms - xiu xiu xiv. shuck - purity ring xv. i’m not human at all - sleep party people

next time we'll build it twice as strong - a homura akemi fst

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 10:28:10 -0500

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8TRACKS // art credit

track notes beneath cut

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attabe: quick kitty ficlet. 415 words. set between The Golem’s Eye and Ptolemy’s Gate. She...

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 10:27:31 -0500

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quick kitty ficlet. 415 words. set between The Golem’s Eye and Ptolemy’s Gate.

She cuts her hair with the knife on the first night.

It’s gotten too long, too in the way. She’s never had more than a trim, kept it lengthy at her mother’s will, a peace treaty of sorts. Now when it gets wet she thinks of gravegunk, shudders. It’s too familiar. It has to go. Let it be a symbol for the step in a new direction. Whatever.

She’s bent over the dripping sink. There’s a dark spot along the rim of the drain, probably some sort of mold. Ick. Ruststained pipes snake along the faded wallpaper, drop down into the flaking bathroom tile. The new apartment is - and she’s putting this kindly - a dilapidated dump. But that’s okay. It’s a roof, it’s a place to sleep. It’s enough. Home has never been much of a place, anyway.

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