ExploitExploit:Exploit5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
(v) to make full use of and derive benefit from.
To be honest, my life is pretty good. I have a loving family, a roof over my head, and food on my plate 3 times a day…I have a lot better of a life than most people have. Everything was good, but it was hard for me to keep a friend. I would always lose them over a single occurrence where I would think all about my self or be extremely irritable. I think it was some depression I had already had, because my mom had it so it might have been hereditary.
I live with my mother, Tracy, my step-dad, Mike, and my brother, Nathan. My mom is really sweet and loving, Mike is always generous, and Nathan is weird. He actually is really funny and sweet, but he is a 16 year old brother, so he is going to strange. And smelly. Everyone in the house has some kind of “chemical imbalance” in their brain. Nathan has depression and anger problems, and both Mike and my mom has depression and anxiety.
My bio-dad lives in Califo
For an Hour in SummerMy skin was almost red. So painfully burnt that even the slightest wind made it sting. My throat was rough, drier than it ever has been. My lips were chapped and cracked and tasted of saltwater. My clumped hair was almost dry, rougher and curlier than usual. My whole body was badly sore. Exhausted. Smiling left wrinkles at the corners of my eyes and hurt my sunburnt cheeks but I couldn't help it. I just had to smile. That time, nothing mattered because I was happier than I have ever been.For an Hour in Summer6 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It happened not so long ago. In fact, it was just about two months ago, summer of 2014. I haven't seen my cousins for almost four years since they moved to America. We practically grew up together and are very close. It was on June 2014 when I finally got to see them again in the flesh. They even brought a few friends with them. They were only staying for a couple of weeks so I was looking forward to every single day of their stay. I didn't have time to be passive. That's why even if I'm really scared
Rocky FacesWatch the sun set and fade behind the mountains, attacked and smothered by the clouds of the sky that always assists the night in its battle, banishing the sunlight to its grave so that darkness can once rule again. This is the place your mind enters in the heart of depression, this is where you feel as if your soul has been brought down to its knees and had its throat cut, waiting for the remaining blood inside you to drip out and dry on the dusty floor beneath you. You can stand in the central reservation of a motorway and watch the cars pass by, watching everyone else lead their lives around you whilst you watch on with silent desperation and wind-swept hair wanting to feel something, this is how it feels when you have no one by your side but yourself.Rocky Faces8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Tonight I sit far off from my town in the rocky faces that surround where I live, sitting on the bonnet of my car with no light around me but the lights that emit from what lies in front of me, the lights of businesses still open tryi
Me and My InterestsI'm someone that has went through a lot in life. You can almost name some. But now, I'm free from the enemy of my past, but I still got the scars. I'm nice, lovable, affectionate, kind, friendly, short-tempered, resentful but mostly with the people in my inner circle like my family yet I have shown it to my bestfriend and she has forgiven me. ^^ I have nobody but my parents and my cat. I do have other family, but their not that close to me. I'm not stuck-up even though I was called that once by someone my parents knew from work. I'm just kinda shy, I know I'm not that assertive. I wish I had more confidence in myself. I just get at bad time with one of those moods of mine rather if I'm not in the mood for nothing or down right mean but I am human and well I do apologize for how I act toward my parents. it's hard living on my own for my health problems, but I have no choice and that's okay too. The important thing is that I'm happy, safe, a roof over my head, food, family that lovesMe and My Interests16 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cassie Bio ~TSCassie Bio ~TS19 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Birth Name: Cassandra Mary Friedley(Cassie for short)
Renowned Title: Flying Imagination
Apparent Gender: Female(Still)
Personality: Over-the-top silly, Sarcastic, Quirky, Optimistic
Likes: Myths, Art, Asian stuff, being silly, being creative, food
Dislikes: People touching her hair, being the center of attention too long, when others are upset with her, being alone
Habits: Picks at her skin, makes weird sounds, stutters a bit in her words, gestures a lot
Personal Quote: "Your so silly, you silly~"
Birth Place: New Jersey
Current Residence: Gensokyo
Occupation: At home artist
Hobbies: Singing, Drawing, Soccer
Direct Family: Unknown as of now
Noteworthy Accomplishments: Winning random raffles for items like food
Height: 5'5"(Originally) 2'4"(Now)
Hair: Long, Perm-curled, haze
breathlessI will never forget the first time I laid eyes on youbreathless20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
All stubbly leather-clad jackass looking
Smirking as I stuttered an apology for running into you
And that shining second of eye contact showed me sparkling eyes
As I ran off, I was intrigued.
Character: Daena Alexandra aka Danda DollyIt was always nice to have tea on a sunny day. Fine china, cream cakes, obligatory wee plates of sugar cubes. Pretty floral cups and saucers and a steaming teapot. Crickets. Soft breeze. And an empty chair across from her.Character: Daena Alexandra aka Danda Dolly1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Danda blew out the air from her cheeks, twirling a pretty auburn curl around a pretty porcelain finger. She smoothed down a pretty ivory apron and clicked pretty shiny shoes together while she sat in the hot sun, taking tea as dollies are want to do when they are not serving. She puckered pretty red lips and eyed pretty pastries she could neither eat nor touch without permission. Gripping the delicate handle of a twee cup, she sniffed at the contents, blinking as the small round wire frame spectacles balanced on her nose fogged up.
Nice tea. In a nice cup. On a nice table.
She set it out down, leaning back. Excellent posture. Feet together.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
They’d be arriving soon. Someone must come soon. And then Danda Dolly would get to play mai
Love for ColdPlayWhen I first heard Coldplay, I was with my sister. She had been listening to her new favorite radio station for hours while she played with her dolls. We were both 11 at the time. Having different moms, our birthdays were in the same year, I didn't care. We were 100% related as far as anyone cared. The DJ at the time announced the song. Clocks, by Coldplay. The song started and I put down my notepad in interest. It was an amazing song, calming, gentle. After it ended, I got out of bed, where I had been writing. I went to moms room, asking to use the computer. After a few minutes I carried the laptop back to Me and my sister's room. I looked up the song, downloading it to the computer for future listening. Then, I proceeded to look at what kind of band Coldplay was, and what songs they made. Since that day, Coldplay has been one of my favorite bands. 'Clocks' continue to be one of my favorite songs by them. Although I do listen to other bands, Coldplay is the one I listen to the most. ILove for ColdPlay1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
FourI am four hours old.Four1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Ma´am, there´s a shadow over your child´s crib, closer than usual. We told him to leave, but he didn´t."
I am four days old.
"Ma´am, the shadow did something. We don´t know what it was, but you´d better leave. It´s not a pretty sight."
I am four weeks old.
The shadow backed off. But I always know that he is still - somewhere. I even like him, in a way. He is special.
I am four years old.
The shadow came to the house when I wasn´t there. And now everyone is crying. He took my Papa. That´s not fair. Why him? Wasn´t it me he was waiting for?
I am fourteen years old.
I had forgotten about the shadow, but suddenly I remember him. I call for him. We need to talk. I wish I had something sensible to say.
I am twenty-four years old.
The shadow came to me to talk; he even brought his friend. Or mine, I don´t know. But talking to the shadow knocks me out regardless.
Now I´m about to leave behind thirty-f
How did i get here? A Short Bio by MeHello, reader. So how was your search through DeviantART fueled by boredom and inspiration coming along. Well if you have a minute, i want to share something to you. If you don't have the time or just want to do something else, i understand completely. I’m always use to that for many years. So How Did I Get Here? Here’s part of my life story that i hope you might learn something from it.How did i get here? A Short Bio by Me2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So it all began with me as a baby knocking my head on a corner of table, leaving a strange mark on my head just like Harry Potter. It it was not magic like you read or seen on TV or in books. It’s like magic but it was Creativity that was sparked. Since then, i never stopped drawing or having fun with junk and clutter. From kindergarten to elementary school, i love drawing and creating things that came from my heart and soul. Some things that i encounter became so precious to me that i just kept it to me forever.
But there are some things in life that i’m not proud of. Creativit
Blog July 29, 2014Hey guys, ITS BLOG TYME so yeah, I discovered a little mant in my bathroom this morning. she was laying in the shower coughing. she seemed pretty sick. so im gunna nurse her back to health. she's pretty scared of me right now but she's eating at least and hopefully she'll get better soon. I tried to take a pic but she seemed way too sick and scared and I didn't wanna cause any trouble.Blog July 29, 20142 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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My Bisexual ExperienceSo, in case you don't know, I'm bisexual. Yes, I love guys and girls. Am I out? Kinda...? I mean a lot of people know the truth, but I'm not completely open with it I guess. So maybe I am. I suppose I should start of since the beginning. I always thought I was different, mostly because a lot of Mexicans liked my curly hair(that's a different story for later). I think I first noticed that I liked boys and girls was in 5th grade. I was checking out this one guy friend, and I totally remember being so confused. It was kinda hard since I never talked about to anyone. I just kept it to myself. So I was liking this girl and went out with her, but at the same time I was liking boys. I even had this one small crush on my neighbor, and I was so young and he was like graduating high school so it was a bit weird. When I moved to Littlerock, the real world hit me. I was this goody little innocent kid that was very devilish, but I was innocent. 6h grade, I learned a lot about how the world can be cMy Bisexual Experience2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Weird Kid Writes a Journal! Book:1- 8th Grade! So, I've decided to put my actual diary entries. I know it sounds cliché and all, but why not? These are actual diary entries that were in my first Diary. If I do ever decide to publish them, at least somewhere in the world, I know that people could read them. Right now I'm listening the Fortree Theme from the anime of Pokémon, cause it's so damn awesome! It's extended which is the best part of it ^-^ Anyway, here's how I worded some things on here.Weird Kid Writes a Journal! Book:1- 8th Grade! 2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So writing like this the diary entry.
(This is when my diary has stuff in parenthesis.)
[This are my current thoughts on how my diary was. Trust me, there's going to be a lot of these on here.]
So without further talking, here's my first ever page of my diary! Note, this was typed a long time ago.
[Dude, my writing here sucked major ass. I'm surprised the poor book is still alive:/]
April 2nd, 2012
Things You Should Know About ME:
1. I love dogs.
Best before"...continuerai a farti scegliereBest before3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
o finalmente sceglierai."
Si chiudono gli occhi. Il sonno li accompagna. Gli amanti vogliono esserlo in eterno. Sanno che del loro sesso, che di quel sudato piacere, di tutte le carezze, dei tanti baci che non si contano perché senz'abitudine, di ogni sguardo complice e perverso nell'odiarsi prima di ritornare a cavalcare abbracciati, sanno che tutto questo, che tutto il loro esserci stati sparirà. Non sarà storia che si insegna la loro; a nessuno servirà; se ne dimenticheranno anche coloro che invidiarono il loro riuscire a non separarsi nonostante tutta la vita degli altri li schiacciasse, e loro proprio per questo ancora più stretti l'uno all'altra. La vecchiaia, se non prima, pareva l'unica. Ma il pericolo del divenire anziani è tremendo: non riconoscersi, non riconoscersi più. Si è sempre in tempo; levarsi di mezzo, lasciare spazio ad altri affinché litighino senza passione e soprattutto s
I am meI am me. I am a girl with an adventurers heart, but I like being indoors. I am a girl that loves attention and always wants to be on stage. I am a strong person, but people beat me down. I am kind hearted, and always ready to help. I am a girl with pain, but I always smile. I am a girl that cries, and tries to be strong. I am a person who loves to listen to stories, but hates to read. I am random, but I make sense.I am me3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am me for real. I may be random and weird but people love me for that. I may be weak, but my heart holds me as strong. I do feel pain but I get over it. I love adventure stories. I love helping people in need.
I am me and I am proud.
Moses The PitbullI know I look scary, I mean I'ma Huge; I'm full of muscle let alone a Pit bull. A Pit bull sometime I ask WHY Me, A Pit bull, the worst treated, and lowest of respect. Why couldn't I be a German Shepard or A Bull Mastiff? I don't think I mind considering Where I am Today it's just my past that bothers me. My past still gives me nightmares, yes I'm a dog anything that Dreams can have a nightmare. I mean the reason why I'm SO big and Muscular is because I'm an EX Pit bull fighter. I was fed upgraded hormones to be strong than other dogs. I use to be so mean and ferocious. I don't know thing is I am Never going back to that day. EVER. So what if I lost one round. My last owner threw me out on the street to die chained to a pole in the ground. I'd be there for days and nights itchy and starving I just couldn't take it anymore. Yanked the pull out and I tried to get free but the collar and few chains remained. Guess that Chain link wasn't strong enough to a brillianMoses The Pitbull3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Brokered FutureThere is in the passage of time light and the darkness; in the darkness there are two things, there are the monsters they lurk there, and the people cast away by the monsters that hide in the plain light of day. In the day there are the monsters and the people who believe that they only lurk in the darkness. Life is too many shades of grave for the darkness to hide only monsters and for the light to hold only the people who consider themselves good and righteous. Good and Evil are blurred in life; There are clear choices but always with their own unclear consequences. It is up to our own selves not institutions or religious organizations or organizations of any sort of form to tell us what the right and the wrong of the world is. The world is too dark and bright in all its corners to be able to fit one definition of morality and justice. So long as we believe the world is the black and white, we will fail to see the gray we paint against the canvas trailing our lives landscape, until fBrokered Future3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Si sente quando non c'e'Oh! Càpitano, mio capitàno!Si sente quando non c'e'3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nell'intorno, terrore. Mentre lì dentro si agitava qualcosa che non si sapeva se durava. Plastico quel battito si assottigliava fino a sparire per poi ripresentarsi regolare in un un'onda che si raccoglieva nelle lacrime di colei che lo teneva in grembo. Non avrebbe dovuto desiderarlo; non avrebbe; ma come poteva ribellarsi alle sue paure? Non averlo, non cercarlo, e ora forse non tenerlo. Temeva la probabile scelta tra lei e lui. Avrebbe avuta la forza di abbandonare la voglia di vedersi crescere tra le ansie e le gioie di un altro suo essere?
Discutevano, ma senza potere; non spettava a loro l'ultima parola. E la scelta, come inevitabile, le si presentò; gliela presentarono nel modo che pensarono potesse risultare meno angosciosa, ma a lei questo non bastò per non avvertire la tragedia, la bellezza di quella tragedia che le stava preparando quella sua condizione così tanto cercata e voluta sino a svendere
Shaped (or, my less-than-perfect childhood.)No, I may not look like an outcast. A loser. A leftover. I've got friends, caring adults, people who are always there for me.Shaped (or, my less-than-perfect childhood.)4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But there's a small, soft spot in everyone's heart—or at least, it should be soft. But for many of us, something along the way went wrong. That part of our hearts is shriveled and pink, or charred black, or even no longer there. This is our childhood, or what's left of it.
As a kid, I was bullied. In small ways, like being left behind, picked nearly last in sports, laughed at when I couldn't hear. I don't remember feeling upset for the first few years of my school life, though, because I didn't understand that they were being mean. I was just too naive, too innocent and happy.
I recall three girls coming into the bathroom while I was washing my hands and yelling at me, "Kimberly, you're too skinny to be healthy." I looked back at them, confused.
"But I'm not sick!" I protested, "I'm fine!" I thought they had meant physical illnesses like colds and fevers.
You Know What? My Life Story. My mom, my grandparents, Dr.Bowers, they all tell me I should write about my life. Of course I thought it was a great idea! But knowing myself, a born procrastinator, it was never done. For these last three years all I did was think how cool it would be if I did this or that with their idea, but I'm going to get it over with. Before I begin: Some of these experiences are completely true, others, not. You decide which is which.You Know What? My Life Story.4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Where do I start... How about a little introduction of myself. I'm Violet Clipfell (although some call me Vi or Vivi). I was born on February 13th, 2000, in Kalamazoo Michigan. I have Asperger's Syndrome (it's a form of Autism). Simple enough, eh? Well, let's talk about my parents Ami Anderson, and Andrew Clipfell. My mom met my father at a party with her friends, they clicked easily. Which isn't a surprise, considering I've heard that they're bo