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The Avengers Eye Make Up
by Jangsara

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I especially love the Snow White poster — the eye trick. The way the artist uses shapes to make human figures is amazing and very expressive.

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Brilliant

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Inconsiderate.

It’s annoying as shit when you do everything in your power to make someone happy, & include them in all your daily activities. You buy something for them that you know they’ll like when you go shopping, even if it’s just grocery shopping. But they don’t even have the common courtesy to think of you, or stick to what they say. They don’t stop to think about how they are inconveniencing you, as long as they are happy. 

*over it.

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*If this wasn’t your childhood*

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Ten years ago my son was born weighing just 1 pound 6 ounces. He fit from the top of his head to his rump perfectly in my hand. I know this because the day he was born I was his nurse who admitted him into the NICU where I work. For better or for worse, his bio parents walked away after he was born fearing that because of his extreme premature birth he would be damaged. Two days later I realized that I had fallen in love with my patient. Two weeks later my husband declared that he too was in love with this baby boy. Two months later we held him in our arms for the first time named by the court as his foster/adoptive parents. He weighed just 2 pounds then. Two weeks after his 1st birthday the adoption was final and he completed our family circus. To celebrate I had my very first tattoo, an exact replica of his inch long footprints taken at birth to represent the saying “Not flesh of my flesh, Not bone of my bone/But still, miraculously, my own./And never forget for a minute/You weren’t born under my heart, but in it.”

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Ten years ago my son was born weighing just 1 pound 6 ounces. He fit from the top of his head to his rump perfectly in my hand. I know this because the day he was born I was his nurse who admitted him into the NICU where I work. For better or for worse, his bio parents walked away after he was born fearing that because of his extreme premature birth he would be damaged. Two days later I realized that I had fallen in love with my patient. Two weeks later my husband declared that he too was in love with this baby boy. Two months later we held him in our arms for the first time named by the court as his foster/adoptive parents. He weighed just 2 pounds then. Two weeks after his 1st birthday the adoption was final and he completed our family circus. To celebrate I had my very first tattoo, an exact replica of his inch long footprints taken at birth to represent the saying “Not flesh of my flesh, Not bone of my bone/But still, miraculously, my own./And never forget for a minute/You weren’t born under my heart, but in it.”

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