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Before i never drew any of my characters. Now they’re basically the only things i want to draw. Odd how things can change just like that, huh? Anyways, here’s Atlas and Mordy, showcasing their dislike towards each other in the most mature of ways ~

I think the best way to summarize my experience with public education was when a substitute threatened to give me detention because I told her the C in my name made a K sound so she kept insisting my parents and I were stupid and couldn’t spell. When she finally asked why my parents made up such a stupid spelling I told her my name was Gaelic she told me she didn’t speak Irish.

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  • Koji Wada
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It’s funny. I was going to write one last poem about you, dedicated to the next girl who loves you. In it I was going to write about all the great things you did with me, and how amazing you were, and what she should do to show you how much she cares…. But when I began to write my words out, I couldn’t find any. It occurred to me now that you’re not as special as I made you out to be in my head. And I was there for you when you needed me and when nobody else was there for you, I did everything to show you I cared, but it still didn’t stop you from leaving. You don’t deserve to read all the words that I combined just to describe my feelings alone for you. You don’t deserve my forgiveness. And you do not deserve me. So to the next girl that loves him, you should know that you could give him the world, the moon, the sun, and all the stars in the sky, but you will never be enough for him. And I can tell you now, that you are probably too good for him anyway.
—  To the next girl that loves you erica-s-diary
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Music/flipping starts at 0:30 if you want to skip the sappy stuff!

Video: Recorded on a crappy point-and-shoot Nikon

I just want to go back to how we were. Bestfriends. Being at each others houses every weekend, standing up for each other, having thousands of inside jokes, my parents loving you and your parents loving me, everyone knowing we were attached at the hip, inseparable, and most of all, happy. But I realize now that all you care about are your newfound friends that are SO much better than me I guess. Realizing that it was never your mom saying you couldn’t come over, but that it was just you having better things to do, and better people to be with. I guess because I’m not the prettiest or the most popular, I’m not good enough for you. You trust the people you’ve known for a year that have betrayed you before, more than you trust me, that you’ve known for 4 years, and I would never think of backstabbing you. But you do it to me like it’s nothing. I wish I could have realized all of this earlier, and saved myself the heartbreak. Saved myself the embarrassment of everyone knowing the secrets I trusted you with. I hope you know I’m done with you and I’m over it. Don’t come crying back to me. It’s funny how you’ll probably text me “hey.” After you see this acting like nothing ever happened. Just being nice to me to make me look like the bad guy, like you never did anything to me. And you know what, I don’t care if you tell everyone bad stuff about me, because I know the truth and that’s all that matters. I hope you’re happy. I wish you the best in life. This declares the end of the best friendship I’ve ever had. Bye.

I wonder what you think about my new hair
And if you notice how dead my eyes are
You used to say they were your favorite color
But I’m sure by now you’ve forgotten the way they shined when I saw you
Just like I forgot the way you said you loved me or the taste of your breath on mine
They say all good things come to an end
We must have been something really fucking magical because we crashed and burned
—  you shouldn’t matter but you do