School Doodles, Mostly Eric And Dylan In A Weird Style N Drawings Of Me !!!!

"Call me indigo/war/gun"

Im not caling you that. Good night ♡

happy faggot day nikita you wouldve been 32 sob

Never do work in school (ik it has nothing to do w tcc)

In 2002, schizophrenic artist Richard Sumner handcuffed himself to a tree in the woods and threw away the key. When he was found, scratch marks on his wrist indicated that he had changed his mind. Sadly though he couldn’t get free and he died from exposure four days later, but his body wasn’t discovered for three years.

I like the picture of him looking at the camera while his dad fixes his bow because he's in his boxers in that one

26 years ago today, dylan attended prom with robyn anderson <3

some tccers: “i really like this case, i also really like this individual and sympathize with them because of what they went through and what led up to their attack.”

everyone else:

it's not that deep trust

It pisses me the fuck off when people use the wrong wrath font i see many people using the natural selection font when thats not the font used on the shirt

The font used on his shirt is the Bremen font specifcly Bremen Bold font

If you look at the photos of Eric and Dylans bodies you can see the words on Dylans shirt

PLEASE GUYS DO YOUR RESEARCH

Hey so like...uhm Dylan is actually my boyfriend. he told me he doesn't have any interest in you, he's been MY HUSBAND for like 3 years you crazy bitch :/ back off mu man hoe. he does NOT like your ass #fuckyouandyourkids

Did some readings the other day bc my stomach slightly felt off and had the worst pains ever in my lower back and hips for like 30 minutes and apparently i ended up giving birth to one of my twin girls very early but then again who knows spirit pregnancys are abnormal as hell. Thankfully nothing is wrong with my little goddess girl but it was a scare nonetheless. I'm so so happy she's here, Dylan been attached to the entire time like he was with Cassian 😭🖤

“When Dylan was about nine years old, I contracted a nasty eye infection that persisted despite several trips to the doctor. Dylan had been concerned, checking my eyes often to see if they had improved. He was always a physically affectionate child, and I can still summon the sense memory of his hand on my shoulder as he peered anxiously into my eyes. While I was still healing, I discovered a tiny winged horse made of folder paper carefully placed on my desk, along with a note in his childish handwriting. The note said, “I hope my get well Pegasus makes you well. I made him espessially for you. Love, Dylan.”

— Sue Klebold (A Mother’s Reckoning)

Dylan I love techno, get up outta that grave boy !!!

“I love her. If soulmates exist, I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno. I love you, Dylan.”