A good friend knows when to hold you back.
A best friend knows when to let go and let you rip into a bitch.
I like Stitch’s selfie in the middle of the pictures
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Smile, Because You Are Beautiful
My name is Anastasia.
Art and music are my life.
I've been in marching band for 5 years. 4 years flute, 5th year drum major.
I have a love for animals more than people.
I really am very laid back and accepting.
I would consider myself agnostic, I just don't know what to believe just yet.
Currently dating someone who helped me realize what real love is :)
Toucan finds a traffic cam
I must think like a toucan cuz I would do the same thing if I found a camera sitting somewhere random
First glance reaction.
AW
I seriously can’t wait until I have that moment!
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Peter Pan by Jinellvaleros on Flickr.
“I spent this day learning to use my new NIKKOR 35 mm f/1.8 lens. While shooting Mickey’s Soundsational Parade Peter Pan spotted me shooting with my Nikon and began mocking me. ‘Nyah nyah you can’t shoot me! You don’t have a Canon!’”
HeeHee…good one Peter!
“you don’t have a Canon” oh my god what a great pun I love Peter
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#basically every fangirl ever
He doesn’t even have to say it.
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THL #19 - The Good Nudes and Bad Nudes
Another logistical argument, sorry.
Click on the image to see it in higher resolution.
a bit of background on this strip.
when I was younger, my hippie-ish parents were into nudist colonies. from eight years old to my earliest teenage years, my parents would drag me out there every weekend.
I hated it there. there were very few kids my age, and we were all damned if we cooperated with this nude thing. but all the adults were there, hanging out in more ways than one. it seemed bizarre to me, and I was deeply ashamed of going.
regardless, living at such a place would definitely impact me one way or another. being a kid in a nudist colony was a tough go when you’re trying to learn about your sexuality, but perhaps it made me see things in a way that would inevitably lead to me doing a comic like sexy losers.
one of the things that clothes were No Big Deal. outside of the camp, clothes determined everything about you, your clothes were your social identity. but when everyone is naked, there were no more groups and divisions, and everyone was the same.
back in the real world, it always puzzled me why someone’s clothes would be the blame for something. especially rape. at the nudist colony, I saw a lot of naked people just doing living stuff. swimming, sunbathing, playing chess, talking at a bar, dancing, cooking, playing tennis, you name it. I also happened to see a lot of penises too. and never, ever, did I see anyone with a boner. ever.
so if men in the real world couldn’t control themselves if they saw a woman in “slutty” clothing, how come they can control themselves if everyone’s freaking naked? this inconsistency couldn’t be explained unless that idea that clothes “ask for it” was complete and utter bull. men can handle the clothing. they’re just looking for a way to victim blame.
anyways, that’s where this strip came from.
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I just got engaged!!! So happy and I love him so much!!
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