Tattoo Book IntroIn the decade I've been imersed in the tattoo culture and the half decade I've been getting tattooed, I've learned a lot of things; not only about the business and the art of tattoos, but about people and life in general.Tattoo Book Intro2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I've learned tattoo techniques from all over the world-Europe, America and even the Pacific region of the world. I've learned to have a respect for this beautiful and challenging art form that I don't think I would have discovered if not for the wonderful artists and not so great artists I have met throughout my travels. So much of my life is incased in my skin, through pigments I can tell a story or say nothing at all. To me, that's power.
I've made long lasting friendships through tattoos, and I've built the most amazing family because of this amazing artform. We're not only united in our hearts and souls, but in our skin as well. We can take one another wherever we go and be able to enjoy our loved ones when they can't be with us.
Never judge anyone by a tattoo the
A Stroll Through Memory Lane Today, the day before. It's all been defeat. I have everything, I know everyone, yet, I'm alone with nothing. No one to say, "Hey, you are like the reason I wake up, the one I miss even when I'm right next to you". It sickens me how scum get to live righteous while the ones who fight for justice suffer and are pitied. Is it 'White Knight Syndrome'? Is it just me? No. It can't be. I look around, see these things that go one during the day. I've concluded I would just like to love everyone, enjoy others' company, and just live peacefully. The grim reality of it is, I sit alone, abandoned. Incessantly tortured by the ghosts of my past. The fallout rains, sprinkling my flesh with the radiation of self-hate. Destruction hungrily consumes everything around me. People that I care about being pushed away, dying, or leaving. In the end, they always leave. Promises are made to come back to save me, to save me from bleeding out. Too bad, I believed the lie. All of this has come to pass untA Stroll Through Memory Lane3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Destruction of JourneyMy friend bought a game for another friend who ended up betraying us. So as a sort of pay back we destroyed the game Journey. She only got this game to please our other friend, but since we had broken the friendship we saw no reason to keep it.The Destruction of Journey8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So we threw the game over the roof of her RV. The game had come out of it's case, resting on top of it. It seemed to be saying "Just hurry up and get it over with." We then proceeded to start playing Frisbee with it. It still wasn't broken so we put it on the ground and started throwing a large rock at it. It was very dented and a small piece had fallen off. We took the small piece and put it in the sewer.
We then started debating about whether we should start trying to get it stuck in a tree. We decided to sink it in a small pond in the park. We threw it in the middle and decided that if it came to the side we would give the ex-friend the game. We decided later that night that that may be a bit harsh. We then waited until morning to go g
PictureAs a little girl, I enjoyed Zhu Zhu Pets and was excited for when the DS game came out. My mom and I went to gamestop in the mall and I saw the game of the zhu zhu pets! But, I saw a different game next to it. I felt a warm and happy feeling when I saw this game. A man with a top hat and a little boy with a pocket watch in his hand. Something I have never seen, the character design whimsical and the detailed background was astounding my eyes glimmered but my mother said "Now, now, Alexandra... You can only get one game. The Zhu zhu pets or this game."Picture11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was disappointed but mom was right, a game I wanted for a long time now or one I bearly knew. I went with the Zhu zhu pets and as soon as we got home I turned on my DS and then, I saw Black Lantern Studios and I felt the same warm and happy feeling when I saw the game called "Professor Layton" back at game stop.
Zhu zhu pets was a fun game! I played it until it was 9:30 PM and I dreamt that there was a castle in the sky and
Uvod te price 1 i 2Život je skup priča. Neke su vesele, druge žalosne. Neke su uzbudljive, a neke možda nisu vrijedne spomena. Ipak, sve je to život te stoga svaka ta priča, bez obzira bila ona vesela, žalosna, uzbudljiva ili nekakva drugačija, zaslužuje da ju se sačuva. Neke od tih priča dogodile su se jer smo nešto napravili pa nas je taj događaj pratio dugi niz godina. Druge su nastale jer smo se možda našli usred slijeda događaja koji se već odvijao duže vrijeme, a neke su nastale jer su događaji koji uopće nisu bili vezani za nas na ovaj ili onaj način ostavili neki trag u našim životima. Kako god te priče nastale one su jedinstvene i upravo nas one čine osobama.Uvod te price 1 i 221 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Moj život nije obilježen velikim brojem priča, ipak imam samo 23 godine. Međutim, ipak ih ima. Ima ih svih vrsta i sa raznih mjesta. Već ih neko vrijeme pokušavam ispričati, ali sve
Writing is Just Something I Enjoy DoingMost people won't care to read this, but I've been asked this question a few times, and I've decided today I will answer the question. The question: Why do you write? Answer: To me writing is a way I can make my own rules, in a perfect world, that I've created. I love to come up with a conflict and resolution to the problems within the stories I write. I write because when reality "hits" too hard, I have a different world that I can jump into. Everything goes my way in writing. To me writing is like being in my own world away from the pressure that everyone has to deal with. I don't want to feel like I'm stuck in a world that everyday people are judged, killed, pressured, and anything to cause people stress. The reason I write is to escape in a world of my creation.Writing is Just Something I Enjoy Doing21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Now I will continue with a true story that happened to me. The first book that I started writing, (I was so excited to find out that I had a skill btw), was in middle school. I kept working on this specific book in class to
My Simple LifeMy life down here is pretty simple.My Simple Life1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I first moved down here, I had to find a job quickly. I only had a small amount of funds to help pay rent, bills, and get food with. I had to find a job before this ran out. I was pretty lucky, and found a job at a clothing store in the tourist area. It paid pretty well, and I got pretty good hours. I have since been promoted to assistant manager, and I am in a management training program. I will soon be over my own store somewhere down here !
One of the things that I promised I would do before I moved down here, was to continue my education. It was the one thing my parents were most worried about. At first I was just taking basic classes, as I did not really know what I wanted to do with myself. Since I have been moving up in my job I decided that a business degree would probably be the best thing for me to do, and that is what I am now focusing on.
Well I think that is about all from me for now. Figure
In Your Absence... When she was no longer content with spinning characters out of the faded white walls of her room, the girl took her weary mind outside. There was still too much light in the yard for her taste; the sun was still up, and it made the grass look horribly parched and not at all nice. If she were to step off the paved patio, doubtless it would be scratchy and coarse. The rabbits were out of sight. The world was as quiet and slow as she at that time. And even when it had gotten dark and relatively cooler and she could come out and enjoy the world of the night... there would be no fun in her revelry. The rabbits would be out, munching tidbits of hay and fallen flowers. There would be birds in the trees and insects in the grass, now cool and soft. There would be lights and voices indoors, and from adjoining yards. But she would have none to share it with.In Your Absence...1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Her closest friend in all the world was unable to join her.
The Day of Dread 7/20/2014I've had some bad days. I think we all have. But never, have I ever, had a day as bad as 7/20/2014. Let's start with the interesting events of the night before!The Day of Dread 7/20/20142 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I went to the bar with my dear friend Charlie, and we sang some karaoke and drank some drinks. Was an interesting night.. Had a drunk guy come up behind me, kiss the back of my head, grope the bartender and get 86'd. A bit later, outside with my buddy and I'm making the predator noise. This chick starts getting in my face, telling me "you're done. Go home. Get the fuck gone." I find this humorous as she is trying to be threatening and can't even hold herself up. A man that works at the bar told her to back up, and to stop being a bitch. Ends at that? Nope. After closing my tab and going out to my truck to leave (TACOS AHOY!) the girl that was in my face and her cousin start screaming at a car load of people for no reason. Charlie is already on his way out, but I stick around to make sure the two bartenders, who are really frail
2p!Slovenia2p!Slovenia2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the original Slovenian's counter part, This Slovenian is also named Charlotte Helena Kollar but is extremely different compared to the original. Unlike the normal Slovenia she tends to forget many things for example; lets say the 1p forgot it was meeting day or so on just simply things- sometimes important things. But the 2p Slovenia remembers all, she'll remember a face and will lock it in her mind...why you ask? Maybe she wanted to see you again. Maybe she wanted to hurt you or kill you! This Slovenia as always been feisty since the day she was born to now. Though she does have nightmares about the past and how everything is like now and why she is here but she does not have no mental illness. Rather quiet unlike the normal Slovenia that can actually make up a conversation with whom ever. Though its hard talking to this Slovenia, it
In Lieu of Saying GoodbyeWhen you’re full you must become emptyIn Lieu of Saying Goodbye2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When you’re empty you must become full
Without either of those things, you will not have the other
And to appreciate being full, you must know how it is to be empty
And that , in the end, both are temporary states.
And neither will last
Love is both being empty and being full.
It is flying so high, and still being able to touch the ground
It is fighting and making up.
It is being the best of friends, even though it’s only been a few months.
It is holding hands and skipping
It is sharing music
It is comforting each other when it’s all going to hell.
It is the little promises that are made and that can’t be kept.
It is the big promises that are made and fulfilled
It is the experiences you have, the places you go, the books you read, the things you watch and the music you listen to,
But most of all, it is the people you cherish and hold in your heart, even when they’re gone
Love is being empty and being full.
Singer and PlayerGuitar PlayingSinger and Player2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
" Baby I'm going to leave you"
Maybe I don't understand subtle.
But I sang your tunes
Listened to your blues.
Sometimes, making music
was the only way I could talk to you
the ache in my heart was so loud
that I thought you had plucked it out,
and played with my veins
the most beautiful melody
but would never let me hear it
I wonder constantly
What am I supposed to do?
But I still sang
like a little caged bird
trapped in the hollow of your guitar.
Bad HabitsWhen I'm worriedBad Habits2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I bite my nails
until they're all gone,
until they bleed.
Or I stress eat.
Till my stomach aches.
Even if I'm not hungry.
I think I should quit
makes me sick
makes me gain weight
they're relatively safer
Than what I used to do before
when I was gasping
on the bathroom floor.
Either blood on my hands
or my dinner in the toilet.
The sad thing was
I wanted someone
To hold my hand
Pull back my hair
and rub my back.
Clean me up
and tuck me into bed.
The funny thing was
I'd pushed everyone away who could've.
you're cigarette stained
and booze drinking.
Baked every other day.
I don't even know what you're thinking.
But I don't want to force you to quit
don't want you to resent this
I'd also have to admit
That after three years
the smell of smoke
and I often think
of picking them up myself
My only problem is
despite it being
a slow death,
speeds it up,
robs you and everyone y
FlirtingYou know,Flirting2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
and I don't know
what it means
I've never done this
I don't mean
I know you say
I love you
and I can
barely say it at all.
The words are stuck in
But if I feel it.
It's like the ocean
is crashing over my head
Or that time
at the lake
and ate oysters
The entire day.
Rough and loud
Calm and Smooth
It'll run me ragged
and turn me into sand.
Sun and MoonSome days I can't sleepSun and Moon2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Smell your cologne in my sleep
Remember my childish squealing
Remember that now I'm still healing
From the cigarette burns,
that you left on my heart,
From the pills that were left in me
Poison from the start.
Do you remember,
the first time we met?
Eyes across the hallway
and the beating of my heart
Just like your guitar
and the squealing of the
children around you.
Oh the irony
Maybe I'll tell you one day.
But did you count
every day that went by?
because I know that I counted
every sleepless night
When I wondered where you'd gone
and if you were alright.
And the what if's that drove me crazy
and your motives that were unknown.
I swear I'm coming to California,
as soon as I get home.
If we'll still be able to get along.
Even if the time difference
is so wrong.
Can we still get tattooed?
If I don't speak to you.
If I can't trust you.
And the future
is so bright
Like the way I
My Swimming StoryThis is a piece of my life that I’ve been keeping locked away for a long time. I don’t really like to open up about personal stories, but for the sake of people I hold dear, I wished to share it.My Swimming Story2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I hope you can glean something from it; whether that be inspiration, understanding, comfort, or anything you might need most internally in your life right now.
This is my Swimming Story.
I had been a competitive swimmer since age 5 (though I really started swimming when I was 4. I have one of those awesome moms that signs her kid up for everything in town; dance, soccer, drawing, sculpting, crafts, piano, violin, cello, track, debate, horseback riding heck even foreign policy for toddlers… I did just about everything our little town had to offer, but that’s a different story).
Swimming came pretty natural for me. I always loved the water, even at the end of spring and start of fall; I was the first one in
SchoolThis arrangement worked pretty well until it was time for us to go to school. Since I did not like clothes at all, my mother was worried about me trying to strip while in class. I guess she got lucky, because apparently she explained to me that I had to wear clothes when in school, and I accepted this.School2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was around this time that my nakedness stopped being just nakedness and became true cfnm. At least that is how I think about it in my mind.
The first couple of months that we were in school, I would come home and actually keep wearing my clothes until it was time for my bath and bed. I still slept naked, as my mom could not get me to wear pajamas, but I was dressed at any other time.
My mom ended up getting a new job, and my sister and I had to start spending the first few hours after school staying with my aunt and cousins. The first day we were there we walked in we took off our shoes at the door (as my aunt didn't let anybody wear shoes on her carpets) I started to walk towards the
Nuash y Peachy Pie vs horda de Parasprites"Qué bien que haya encontrado una potrilla que no quiera abandonarme". Peachy Pie estaba muy contenta de haber encontrado a Nuash, pero esta no respondió, se quedó con la boca abierta y una mirada de horror se dibujó en su rostro.Nuash y Peachy Pie vs horda de Parasprites3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"¿Qué he dicho?"
"¿Qué? ¿Atrás? ¿Cómo? ¡Aah!"
Una nube de parasprites se abalanzó sobre las dos potrillas, que luchaban en balde tratando de liberarse.
"¡Toma! ¡Le di a una!" dijo Peachy, emocionada "¡Le di de lleno!"
"¡Eso no era un bicho de esos!" respondió Nuash, que se echó a llorar
"¿Ah no? ¿Y qué era entonces? ¿Y por qué lloras?"
"¡Era mi ojo! ¡Por eso lloro!"
"Jo, lo siento".
Las dos potrillas se percatan de que los parasprites se han reído por la situación, y han estado un rato sin atacarlas.
"Ey, si me pegas se distraen, podemos aprovechar eso para ganar tiempo".
"¿Tiempo para qué?"
Entrevista a Nuash1-¿Haces ejercicio?Entrevista a Nuash3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No hago ejercicio estoy gorda pero sexy como Lulu de Cartón.
2-¿Que clase de juegos te gustan?
Me gusta los juegos de plataformas 2D tipo super Mario Kirby y esa gente.
3. ¿ Randomnizarias lo irandomnizable ?
4. ¿ pensabas que te nominarian ?
No sabía ni que esta sección existía asi q no
5.- Un sabor de zumo
San Francisco con azúcar o tomate con tabasco.
6.- En el tiempo que llevas en el foro ¿que es lo que mas te ha gustado?
La sección de Maneclipsix. Es de hecho por lo que entré.
7.- ¿Y lo que menos?
Que llevo un millón de posts y me dice que llevo 4. Me siento como Woody Allen en el anuncio de Fujitsu.
8: ¿Que opinas de mis dibujos?
Que estan bien pero aun te queda mucho por aprender.
9: ¿Comerías un plato de cucarachas vivas si a cambio te diesen todo el merchandising pony del mundo?
Claro. Luego vendería el 90% del merchandising para pagarme una lobotom