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Death to Normalcy

Monica ● Level 20 ● INFP

I am currently training to run my first half marathon and raise money for RAINN! Please consider clicking here to donate to my campaign. ♥

This is my personal tumblr, which is mostly comprised of crying over attractive people and wailing about puppies. I'm currently chronicling my journey of overcoming abuse, PTSD, depression, anxiety, and learning to love myself by living a healthier lifestyle on my health and fitness tumblr.

Check out my art website here or my art tag here.

You can buy my art here or here.
Commissions are open and available here.

This is my convention schedule so you can check which cons I'll be selling my art at! :)

If you're looking for something, check my tags or send me an ask at any time! ♥

photography by me

dean doing things with his face that i like in 9x06

Daenerys Targaryen meme + (2/6) traits or emotions ► 500% done with your shit

3.13 Ghostfacers

iguanamouth:

UNUSUAL HOARD commission for torotix ! almost everything in this one can be found somewhere on the floor of my room

❝ At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare. ❞

- Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)

flygoing:

she likes carrying around random rags for no reason

sayofthelivinganything:

It literally kills me when men think they know women’s fashion better than women

Just one. I’m a few, no family, too. Who am I?

mcbenik:

New stickers! These cuties will be available at my table at Salt Lake Comic Con next weekend! :D