19yrs of getting crazier
Known to the tumblr world as moshy, known to my friends as Mackenzie. Mostly post sketches of my own up here, and reblog nonesense.
Background Illustrations provided by: http://edison.rutgers.edu/
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viciouscunt:

weed-plnts:

supramitch:

The car enthusiast, who is a member of the U.S. Military, hated the car’s silver color. One evening, he let his wife doodle on a few scratches on the bumper, and when the sun came up and he saw her stunningly intricate and elegant drawings, they knew they had to forge on. While he worked on tuning the insides, she drew on the car.

After roughly 100 hours of work and several clear coats to protect the design, they had an impressively beautiful car that they had tuned up as a team! (x)

i swear i saw this like YEARS ago, why did it only resurface now ? 

woahhhhhh hope he never sells that car

This is adorable and awesome

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lifethroughpaper:

thebrokenheartedthatstillsing:

maxkirin:

"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

Reading this was so satisfying woah

Take note, writers!

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lizzymercierdescloux1979:

things girls do that I love:

  • offer their friends sips of their coffee drinks without being asked
  • scratch each others back
  • say things like “smell this lotion I bought this weekend”
  • compliment each other’s eyebrows 
  • that thing when they agree with you and their eyes get really wide and they nod their head solemnly 
  • throw out each others gum wrappers or chip bags when they get up 
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costcoreceipt:

dinofarts:

TODAY IN BIOLOGY CLASS WE LEARNED THAT WHEN YOU MOW THE GRASS THE BLADES RELEASE A CHEMICAL THAT MAKES THAT GLORIOUS SMELL BUT THE REASON WHY THEY RELEASE THE CHEMICAL IS TO WARN OTHER GRASS BLADES OF DANGER SO WHEN WE SMELL THE FRESHLY CUT GRASS SMELL IT’S NOT JUST A GOOD SMELL IT’S THE SMELL OF THE BLOOD AND SCREAMS FOR HELP OF THOUSANDS OF GRASS BLADES

ok they going to warn the grass and then what ? explain how the other grass will run away from the lawmower ?

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havocmachine:

Hiccup flipped another page in his book and begun a new image. He watched his subject as she tumbled, the baby Nadders quick to pile on top of her. Her cheeks red and out of breath from laughing. Hiccup forgot about drawing for a while.
Then, a piercing screech breaks the laughter. Hiccup looked toward the sound to see the mother Nadder had returned, her demeanor threatening. Astrid saw the mother charging towards her, but struggled to get up while the babies trampled her getting to their mother. Hiccup, however, had already jumped to his feet and rushed over. He yanked Astrid upright, and pulled her behind him.
Before the mother could reach the two, Toothless leapt in between her and Hiccup. He bellowed, and stopped the Nadder in her tracks. Hiccup quickly came up beside Toothless, intent on soothing the mother before anyone got hurt. He spoke softly as he approached her, being careful to stay out of her blind spot. She eyed him carefully as he reached out his hands, feeling unsure of his gesture. Hiccup didn’t touch her, though. He paused, one arm outstretched, and waited for the mother to respond. She squawked and looked at Hiccup, before leaning into his touch.
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havocmachine:

Hiccup flipped another page in his book and begun a new image. He watched his subject as she tumbled, the baby Nadders quick to pile on top of her. Her cheeks red and out of breath from laughing. Hiccup forgot about drawing for a while.

Then, a piercing screech breaks the laughter. Hiccup looked toward the sound to see the mother Nadder had returned, her demeanor threatening. Astrid saw the mother charging towards her, but struggled to get up while the babies trampled her getting to their mother. Hiccup, however, had already jumped to his feet and rushed over. He yanked Astrid upright, and pulled her behind him.

Before the mother could reach the two, Toothless leapt in between her and Hiccup. He bellowed, and stopped the Nadder in her tracks. Hiccup quickly came up beside Toothless, intent on soothing the mother before anyone got hurt. He spoke softly as he approached her, being careful to stay out of her blind spot. She eyed him carefully as he reached out his hands, feeling unsure of his gesture. Hiccup didn’t touch her, though. He paused, one arm outstretched, and waited for the mother to respond. She squawked and looked at Hiccup, before leaning into his touch.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3