

-My Life-Saturday mornings are anything but leisurely when you are a member of a swim team. We trudge into the pool locker rooms bundled in bright red parkas with synthetic fur lining. Some of us are munching on bagels or energy bars while others are rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Teeth quickly brushed, heads of hair standing straight up, and faces barely splashed with water, stare back at every swimmer in the locker room. The usual banter among us is kept at a minimum because we are either too tired to speak or somewhat nervous about today’s meet. Somewhere between the smell of mold and chlorine, my fingers fumble with the lock combination as the-My Life-
Over Yonder
I want your username. ;_;
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I am not a Jew or a Canadian.
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Forcing yourself to design is like exercising: the more you do, the stronger you become
some great people:
:icons33r: :iconsinnamongirl: :iconangelcurls:
and all dutch artists
and a proud member of the :iconthe-netherlands: community
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my lost bro ~earfight
no it isnt me in the picture. i used a stock photo.
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there will be time to murder and create
~francophones *poetic-forms ~france ~lost-souls
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