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Hello Dr. Nick!
Or whatever your name may be, hello.

I'm James, a 24 yr old guy/thing who likes art, clouds, bacon mac and cheese and stuff that brings life into the world.
I'm somewhat an artist, a poet and writer. But seriously who isn't all of these things on Tumblr?

I've been posting just random stuff but I promise to actually upload some of my art again. Eventually. Until then enjoy these random posts to fill your eyeballs with things to look at instead of the back of your eyelids and looking back into the past.
Which is never too healthy.

Mind my random, mind my venting, mind me because I'll never mind myself.
Enjoy

Also:
http://horriblefood.tumblr.com/
nevermind^

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Leon: The Professional illustrated by Kim Herbst :: via blog.kimherbst.com

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Row Row Row your boat


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WINDOWs

I really like how this one came out!


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Carl feet


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I Lean


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Anonymous asked: WOW @ tumblrdatinggame(.)com WTF is this.. my little brother's roommate is on this and I think I saw you too lol

I am everywhere and I am no one

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I don’t even know

what I want.

My hand still hurts from clenching the steering wheel so hard, my head is aching from depressed thoughts. I just don’t know what’s going on, nor where it’ll go. I broke down and it hasn’t happened in so long I enjoyed it as much as I hated it.

I’m dizzy, I’m lost, I’m wondering if these things are worth it. I love too much and yet so little. I thought I was working on myself but I’ve only been drifting along. I normally wouldn’t write here but I just don’t care right now. I’m sick of lies, and false advertising. I may be broken, but I’m still working.

It’s almost refreshing, this horrible feeling. I’ve lost so much and gained so little, I wonder sometimes what I’m even fighting for. My advice for others is just hopes for myself, hypocritical as can be. Alone, scared of nothing because nothing is everything here; I feel I’m wasting away precious years but I can’t do anything about it.

I mean, I can, I could, I should. I want to and yet

Yet

This is just a release, healthy even in some accord. Why count on Honestly if you can’t be honest with yourself?

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