My life was over. I was a criminal. The worst thing a person could do, I knew, was to shoot another person. This time now, this waiting at deer camp, was the part you never saw on TV. The police were probably on the way, or talking to my father about what had happened and what would happen next. The longer he was gone, the more certain I became that he would not return. He would have no choice but to turn me over to the police. I would leave deer camp in handcuffs. My parents and sisters would visit me in jail, but there was nothing they could do. They could not change the rules. You couldn’t shoot someone and not go to jail. Having shot someone, I felt, I no longer had any claim on their affection.
Recommended Reading: Mark Lane’s story “Mr. Blue" for The Oxford American. (via millionsmillions)

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pbsdigitalstudios:

April 5th marks the 20th anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s passing. Hear him talk about his struggle with identity in this lost interview, complete with animation: youtu.be/C1Z2BkZaOQc

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Artist Name: Ashley M. Ceroli
Tumblr: http://cer-roli.tumblr.com/

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Artist Name: Ashley M. Ceroli

Tumblr: http://cer-roli.tumblr.com/

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Artist Name: kimkima
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Kimkima - Dancing in the flower bed Ⅱ 
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Artist Name: kimkima

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Kimkima - Dancing in the flower bed Ⅱ 

< hand drawing & oil & illust & photoshop >

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