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artwithoutprediction:   Blegh, a bunch of sketches I need to color. Not sure if I should dump my crappy ones or rework them. Last 2 are by Gami.   oh my god GLaDOS’ little blush hahah <3
artwithoutprediction:   Blegh, a bunch of sketches I need to color. Not sure if I should dump my crappy ones or rework them. Last 2 are by Gami.   oh my god GLaDOS’ little blush hahah <3
artwithoutprediction:   Blegh, a bunch of sketches I need to color. Not sure if I should dump my crappy ones or rework them. Last 2 are by Gami.   oh my god GLaDOS’ little blush hahah <3
artwithoutprediction:   Blegh, a bunch of sketches I need to color. Not sure if I should dump my crappy ones or rework them. Last 2 are by Gami.   oh my god GLaDOS’ little blush hahah <3
artwithoutprediction:   Blegh, a bunch of sketches I need to color. Not sure if I should dump my crappy ones or rework them. Last 2 are by Gami.   oh my god GLaDOS’ little blush hahah <3
artwithoutprediction:   Blegh, a bunch of sketches I need to color. Not sure if I should dump my crappy ones or rework them. Last 2 are by Gami.   oh my god GLaDOS’ little blush hahah <3
artwithoutprediction:   Blegh, a bunch of sketches I need to color. Not sure if I should dump my crappy ones or rework them. Last 2 are by Gami.   oh my god GLaDOS’ little blush hahah <3
artwithoutprediction:   Blegh, a bunch of sketches I need to color. Not sure if I should dump my crappy ones or rework them. Last 2 are by Gami.   oh my god GLaDOS’ little blush hahah <3

published on: 2012-12-20 02:00:00

My Fucking Panties

My Fucking Panties

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beefsquatch:  - Demons don’t liveIn the corners of your head,Or

beefsquatch: - Demons don’t liveIn the corners of your head,Or

beefsquatch:  - I could get drunkOn the sound of your words.They’re

beefsquatch: - I could get drunkOn the sound of your words.They’re

beefsquatch:  - I felt the crunchOf dead poppiesRasping against

beefsquatch: - I felt the crunchOf dead poppiesRasping against

well that can’t be right

well that can’t be right