Don't KnowThe truth was and has always been that I love you more than you actually know-possibly to the point of borderline teetering upon being "in love." ...I would do anything for you. I would gladly take care of you to the best of my ability. I would gladly, gently take your hand in mine and look deeply into your eyes and tell you 'everything's going to be alright.' And I would gladly take a bullet to my death to save your life…But I don't think you know. I don't think you realize the extent of how much that I love you. But that's okay, my dear friend…you don't have to know.Don't Know4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Definition Unable to express myself artistically: drowning.Definition 6 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Why standardized testing?Why does the government think standardized testing works? I’ll tell you right now it doesn’t. It wastes my time as a student to spend a couple days staring at a testing booklet and filling in answer bubbles. I didn’t learn anything, I didn’t do well, and I had to do it almost every year I went to school. So why does the government think it works? The teachers teach to the tests, they waste my time with pointless formulas I never remember when it comes to taking the test. Why do funds require better scores? It sucks for students and teachers alike.Why standardized testing?14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Chaotic Irony: R1"I… hid this from you!" he nearly growled, finally managing to get back to his knees with his devil's wings draped awkwardly over his back. "You never… would have said yes if…" He was forced to pause as a powerful spasm of pain tore his body, digging another series of grooves into the floor with his demonic claw. "… if you had… seen this first…"Chaotic Irony: R117 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Yes, I would have!" Seres exclaimed. She was hurt and offended that he doubted her, but that wasn't what mattered. She understood why he felt so insecure about his condition, and that it was hard for him to trust her. Their renewed relationship was still young, and there was so much they were working to adapt to. Their love and devotion was never in question, but there were still so many issues they needed to work out. Tiras had only just begun really talking to her about what had been bothering him and what he went through with his devil inside, and she strong
MusicWhen I’m asked what I think is the most beautiful thing in the world…I respond, “Music.” Music can incite such feelings, emotions and memories in such a way that most things can’t. Even without words, it’s still a very powerful thing.Music17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
HalloweenTalk Of The Town (Halloween as a hooker)Halloween20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was working at a small retail store at the time.Coprate sent out a memo saying we can dress up for halloween.That boosted store moral and all the employees could talk about was what to come to work as.The employees came up with pimp and hoe.Being as I was the only guy in a store of (7)women I was going to be the pimp.Me being a smart ass asked why do they get to have all the fun what if I wanted to be a hooker?They jumped at that idea said it wolud be a store full of hookers.I told them I was joking one snuck and called my girlfriend told her about the idea and she was fully on board and decided she would help me.So I decided what the hell I will do it.We stopped at a thrift store and found a red snake skin pattern sleeveless strapless dress. With a slit on both sides all the way up to my hips.My girl said it would look good with my girl legs (36" long)and a belt that said BAD GIRL.Then it was off to Walmart to get a pair of haynes tights.I di
It can't be so it must beSometimes i say it can't beIt can't be so it must be1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
because it can't
but sometimes i say it must be
because it must
I must be
Therefore I can't be
Do you ever wonder if the cup you're drinking from has a bottom?
You see it has a pit - rather, a stomach - and how it ends to fit in your palm, but do you ever wonder if you're seeing everything?
It makes sense, to assume it has a bottom and to assume it must be able to be filled and emptied.
But what about the ones that sprung leaks? What about the ones who broke in all the wrong places?
You know what's going to happen to them. Cracking. Trashing. It's a death sentence, for something that cannot experience death. You must do something about it.
You pitch the worthless cup.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be be the worthless cup?
Do you think about it daily? Does asking the question, "Am I a worthless cup?" haunt you?
Do you live in fear of that question? Do you live in fear over what you could be? What you can't be? What you must be? Are you ever c
trioThere are three men in my house today, and they smell like aftershave and dirt and nothing.trio1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is one who is tall and has a ponytail and smells faintly of dirt.
There is one who wears a black t-shirt that pulls rather than falls around his waist. He is the one who smells of aftershave and plays my sister’s electric guitar, making it cry and scream with the effortlessness of years’ practice.
And then there is the one who didn’t smell like anything as I sat at the corner table and contorted my wrists and fingers in Fleming’s Right Hand Rule. He probably smells of the printed words on the back of his shirt, or the dullness in his eyes. I don’t know, though. I was too busy trying to stretch the cramp from my hand and so I didn’t notice any more.
I had this saved.Verse: Original fiction.I had this saved.2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Full Name: Isaac Simmons
Pronunciation: Eye-Sack Simm-ons
Nickname/Alias: I, Isaac.
Origin: It fit the character very well.
Pet Name: Izzy (long story XD)
Signature: (What is their handwriting like?) God awful XD
Gender Role: Acts more feminine.
Real Age: 16-18
Age Appearance: 14
Birthday: 2nd June
Birthplace: Wordsley Hospital
Immediate Family: Father (Derrick) Sister (Isabella)
Distant Family:Mother (unnamed)
Parenting: Very strict, Derrick didn’t want to make the same mistakes his parents did.
Upbringing: No real morals taught, he came up with his own at a young age.
Infancy: Dropped like a hot stone by Mother. Father kept him and his twin sister very much a secret.
Childhood: His childhood consisted largely of worry, constantly being afraid of being taken by the police whenever Derrick went out.
Adolescence: At age 14
Not All MenNot all men are stupid. Not all men are pigs. Not all men say sexist, disrespectful things to women. Not all men would whip out a gun if a girl rejected them to prom.Not All Men2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The problem is that we’re forced to, at the very least, always have an escape plan in mind. We cannot afford to give the benefit of the doubt because we’ve heard too much about girls dead in ditches and rivers and garbage cans. We have too many friends who have actually been attacked and were lucky to escape, friends who confide this only in deepest trust because we’re taught to be terrified to fight back or say anything at all. Because we hear enough stories about communities defending the men who raped or murdered a woman, because it’s “her fault”, right? For wearing something sexy, for being alone, for saying no, for getting angry when she felt like she was being looked at like a scrap of cheap ass…. Like anything justifies that kind of disrespect.
We can’t afford to assu
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I rMirrors2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Blue dragonIt's been 2 days since I had dreams about being a blue dragon.Blue dragon3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The first dream was just me playing GO with my friend as a orange dragon and there's nothing else I can remember. One question, Why GO?! = ="
Another dream was weirder than the first. There was a news about the missing people in a town.
I and my mom went to a zoo in that town. During the time that my mom wanted to watch an elephant show, I went outside of the zoo to do something to wait for her because I was bored.
When I was walking along a bridge, there were a women and a girl walking pass me and I heard them talking.
"It's too hot here!", the child said.
"I told you it's not worth to come here.", her mom replied.
I didn't pay attention to them much but it seemed that they knew I was listening to them.
I started walk fast to be apart from them as fast as possible.
At that time the traffic was heavy and most cars stopped at a nearby junction.
I crossed the road and passed some stopped cars, then I started running si
Nuance de folieTu l'a volé, oui ou non ?Nuance de folie3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dis-moi, je ne dirais rien.
Tu me fais confiance, non ?
« C'est moi qui l'ait volé. »
Tu sais, ça ne m'étonne pas.
Je me suis toujours dit que tu étais comme ça.
Tu cherches tellement à fuir la réalité.
Tu oublies ce qui s'est réellement passé.
« Je ne mens pas. Je te dis que c'est moi qui l'ait volé. »
Je n'ai jamais dit que tu mentais.
Mais chez toi, lorsque tu mens, cela se voit.
Alors, c'est vraiment toi qui l'a volé ?
C'est vraiment toi qui l'a cassé ?
« Oui. »
Tu en es sûre ? Vraiment ?
Je ne te crois pas.
Si c'est toi qui l'a volé, prouve-le.
« Il n'y a pas besoin de le prouver, c'est moi. Puisque je te dis que c'est moi ! »
Vraiment ? Tu pars tellement dans ton délire.
Tu vois ? Ta voix sonne faux.
Tu es au bord des larmes.
Pleure, pleure, si tu le souhaites.
Je suis là. Pour te r&
Not so Blue soar.Not so Blue3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Melancholy looms but spirits
UntitledHey guys im iloveallanimes so whats upUntitled3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Jeux d'excusesJeux d’excusesJeux d'excuses3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Il poussa la porte d’entrée de la médiathèque et n’en crut pas ses yeux. Émilie, son amie était là. Elle avait donc finalement accepté de venir après ces six mois sans s’adresser la parole. Le jeune homme se remémora les raisons de cette prise de distance.
Le bal de fin d’année approchait et les cours de stylisme se concentraient sur les tenues de soirées. Il excellait en la matière et avait dessiné plusieurs modèles de robes. A cette époque tout ce qu’il dessinait prenait vie entre les mains d’Émilie qui était une excellente couturière, en dehors de la danse sa passion, à force de créer des répliques des costumes des ses personnages favoris. Il avait finit par se trouver une petite amie, Manon, une élève de sa classe qui elle avait pris l’option théâtre. En y repensant, il se disait qu’el
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,To my dearest Minions. 3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
Hundred Memories #3: FootstepsJuly 15, 2014; 11:30 PMHundred Memories #3: Footsteps3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I couldn’t help but laugh as I read the lines of text appearing on the screen, clutching at my sides out of habit. It wasn’t that the message itself was amusing in any way, but that the scenario in itself was. Quickly typing out a response and wrapping my sweatshirt tighter around myself, I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps smile isn’t quite the correct description – it was more an upward quirk of the lips. The laughter, the smile. It wasn’t that it was funny. Just that I didn’t know how else to react.
In moments like that, I always tended to reflect on what, exactly, ‘normal’ is. Surely it isn’t anything within the confines of that concept, two fourteen-year-olds discussing death? Rationally discussing the idea of death, of dying, of – of being alright with our own deaths? Again a chuckle slipped past my lips, met with only the darkened silence of my bedro
Twiddling My ThumbsSometimes just sitting and people watching can be a source of some of the greatest entertainment. I always find my eyes and ears wandering when I'm in public, waiting for some interesting tidbit to float over to me. Most of the time it is just nothing nonsense. But...occasionally someone lets something big slip in the public eye. This is particularly true of restaurants and grocery stores.Twiddling My Thumbs4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was meandering around at my favorite fast food place, Braum's (There are two Braum's in my town, this particular event occurred at my favorite of the two, the one my friend, Brandon, manages. I really can't stand the other one.), when I happened upon a conversation of two young lovers. They were chatting about where to go next. See, apparently they fled home because neither of their parents wanted them to be dating each other and probably for good reason. Regardless, they had come quite a ways. somewhere in the range of 300 miles in an old beater, working odd jobs along the way to supply the car wi
'Shake your Euphemism' (Show Version) LyricsSo I picked up the Blue Man Group's single set for "Shake your Euphemism"'Shake your Euphemism' (Show Version) Lyrics4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am using the song in a project I am working on so I had to transcribe the lyrics.
Another poster here on Dev Art had a transcription of a different mix that was very helpful for translating the female vocals in the chorus. outside of that it kind of fell apart because of the fact that we were transcribing different mixes of the piece.
I friggin love this song. The music is catchy as all hell (as is most of Blue Man Group's music) and the lyrics are fun as well.
SO, here they are
Shake your euphemism (show mix) – Blue Man Group
It is time now to create the ultimate dance party
You may already have a catchy melody
And a fierce groove
But that’s not enough
To take things over the top
You will need to employ the greatest weapon in the dance party arsenal
You will need to start shaking your rear end
Or as some people call it
Your Hind quarters
Your Back side
Your junk i
[Writing] Massive EffectiveI... I am going to die. This face was originally just a fear, nothing but something to eat away at the back of my head. But now this fact is burning alive right before my very eyes.[Writing] Massive Effective5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Space is a cold and desolate part of our universe and we humans are just itching to uncover all of its secrets. Helping to discover every inch of this universe was my job. To not be so overly technical, let's just say I'm an astronaut.
I left Earth's atmosphere not too long ago - a few hours maybe, I've lost track. Something went wrong. An asteroid hit us is my guess (they never tell me) and I was sent to have a look at the damage. Just when you thought nothing else could go wrong, my tether that hooked me up to the ship got disconnected.
It was a light, feathery feeling as my fingers slipped off the rail. I didn't even realise that I was drifting until it was too late. At first, I panicked. I tried calling over the radio but no one picked up. I was alone in this dead void.
I calmed my breathing down, knowi
EmmMountainous mounds of mooshy multi-colored muffins made their way into the monstrous mummified mouth of something totally non-mini. Murderous, mysterious, and moderately myopic, this masculine and mawkish, mammoth and maniacal monument of a Moroccan, stood still while he burped his moldy mildewish breath with a melodious moan.Emm5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The mall was now closed and men majorly minor in size to the moody and mighty non-Mexican measured their own miffed mentalities about ways they might make a go at the mind-blowing mission of moving this meaty, mean, and mechanical Mediterranean mass outside the marketing mecca they called a mall.
Maladapted and maladroit as most of the gentlemen never meant to be were, it was mandatory that a militant move be made upon the majestic non-Malaysian! So! The master of all the microscopic mortals, namely Michael the Mini-est (and also the town mayor), marshaled all his mighty maximum magic together and mounted a mesmerizing march of mistreatment aga