i'm in lovemaybe godi'm in love3 years ago in Personal More Like This
will break my bones
to ease the affection
on my tongue.
That Awkward MomentThat awkward moment when there's a gay couple in the bible and nobody talks about it.That Awkward Moment3 years ago in Personal More Like This
We were taught how David and Jonathon were "best bros".
"Now when he had finished speaking to Saul, the soul of Jonathon was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathon loved him as his own soul. Saul took him that day, and would not let him go home to his fathers house anymore. Then Jonathon and David made covenant, because he loved him as his own soul. And Jonathon took off the robe that was on him and gave it to David, with his armor, even to his sword and his bow and his belt."
when this was
"As soon as the lad had gone, David arose from a place toward the south, fell on his face to the ground, and bowed down three times. And they kissed one another; and they wept together, but David more so. Then Jonathon said to David, 'Go in peace, since we have both sworn in the name of the LORD, saying, 'May the LORD be between you and me'. So he arose and departed, and Jonathon went into
The Number 77. The number of god, of creation and fables.The Number 73 years ago in Personal More Like This
The number that wasn't enough to end my life.
I kept waiting for some sign, some side-effect. none.
I feel that even if I swallowed all the pills in our cabinet, my life would be incapable of ending.
Into the stars I looked in the darkness of childhood and promised that if it were to continue,
5th grade would be the end. I would ensure it. Ironically enough, that year and the next were the only ones
that I was not depressed.
November. Hand shaking. 3, glistening white orbs. Into the mouth. Time for school.
I would finish later. I would do it this time. I never felt so damn sure.
Then a story slips, god-words
from an aged human mouth. The butterfly, the soul, my symbol. meaning.
I feel the meaning of my existence, and the universe is screaming for me to continue.
"This is not where you die" the voice whispers.
"this is not where I die" I repeat. trying to believe.
Woohoo!!!GREAT JOB TO THE PEOPLE IN THE MUSICAL!!!!!!!! All of you guys were amazing. Don't listen to what people are saying about it, you guys were great, and that's what matters! Tech crew was great tooWoohoo!!!3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Anyway, 24 days left of school!!! I can. Not. Wait. This year has zoomed by, but watch the next few days go so slow molasses could beat them. No lie. I mean, we still have a novel study to finish, career day if we're going to be doing that, and SO much to do. Personally, I don't count the last few days of school. I usually love the last week or so because of yearbooks, activities, etc. The only thing I can wait for is saying goodbye to everyone. On the bright side, Dance is almost done too!!! WOOHOOOOOOOOOOO *cough* sorry...
One thing I want to reflect on. In the book To Kill A Mockingbird, there's a line in chapter six that says, 'There was a lady in the moon of Maycomb. She sat at a dresser combing her hair.' I honestly don't know how to interpret that. It sounds so beautiful, and s
My ApproachI decided to post this in a journal, because it took up too much space on my page.My Approach4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Besides, if anyone wants to know about me, they can always ask
The Photographer in me:
By a lack of directing people, I try to create pictures that are true to "nature".
To capture a look that would exist with or without my intervention. What started this fascination and way of "work" was actually a woman I will probably never again see in my life.
The short version of the story:
My fiance', *heARTIST414 and I were driving around our favorite downtown Milwaukee locations. I spotted a young woman with short curly blonde hair in the brightest purple coat I'd ever seen. Her hair was of the style of Marilyn Monroe, and I will never forget the way her presence impacted me that day. She was waiting at a bus stop. I expressed that I wanted a photo of her to Mikey as we nearly passed her. He was driving, and considering he shares the same passion for photography as I do, there was no he
Indestructible MatterI remember dust floating. Human skin particles, stardust dancing in the sunlight.Indestructible Matter3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I wonder if it will last, when our deeds do not. Where do these pieces of us, of the universe go?
skin, strands of hair, cuticles, protein, protein, human, human.
What does it become?
What will we become?
what were we before stars?
do we date back to the big bang, or creation?
Were the pieces that would form humans there in the beginning?
Will we be there in the end?
We are phoenixes, dying and rising from the ashes, bursting from one cocoon just to enter another.
growing wings and then loosing them.
Babies' wailing from a million different mouths seeping through the fabric that divides centuries.
fresh muscle and skin and life. old, brittle bones.
rain falling, again and again and again.
lights flickering out in the ebony sky to give birth to a new star.
Our light will last to the end of time.
eye contactAn eye glazed with muddy watereye contact4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Retreats into its yellow womb.
The hollow of my ribcage
Expands - a pupil's dilation.
An absence into which
You plant a mellow bomb.
ugly souls"I just do art because I'm ugly and there's nothing else for me to do."- Andy Warholugly souls3 years ago in Personal More Like This
hi i love you
Insomniac, YoursThe bar's door is always open,Insomniac, Yours3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Its drunks don't have the guts,
To push us out and down the street.
These lights are more than bright,
They ask us to stay and breathe them in.
Oh, words don't speak when you won't stay.
My heart is your honeytrap,
Let me wait for your words to let me in.
Now's the time to avoid intentions.
I hear you've been spoken for,
So please let me give you a new impression,
Of me and all the nights I cannot sleep.
Help me bring your soul out,
Through bright blue stars and bloodstained grass,
For this is the best place for us to be.
How Sherlock Holmes Faked his DeathThose who are a fan of the stupendous and brilliant BBC Sherlock Holmes television show are in much suspense to discover how Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's favourite creation had falsified his death to deceive his companion Dr. Watson and and Moriarty's henchmen. Now it is quite elementary, Moffat has used a clever trick to have the audience theorize and create a complex explanation. When really an elementary one is within order. Many Sherlock Holmes stories have had an elementary explanation as well, Silver Blaze the horse killed him, the Speckled Band it was a snake.How Sherlock Holmes Faked his Death3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Now first to theorize one must need data. The data is the episode the Reichenbach Fall. Upon the rooftop Moriarty tells his adversary to commit suicide by jumping of St. Bartholomew's Hospital. To ensure his inevitable death, Moriarty commits suicide. It seems probable Moriarty is dead. If the pistol was loaded with a blank, Moriarty would have a serious deformity of the mouth. Holmes has been known for his trickery, and in th
Devious Journal EntryThe day I die, is the day I fall in love with my bones.Devious Journal Entry3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I don't know my own strengthI am rather shallow. I decide what i need and i bend people in order to get it. I twist and break and set their bones askew, because i think i need it. What's more I think THEY need it. That they need me. I have this urge to help, to coach but I no longer am a guideline. I force myself to be a rule. Some people need order. I try to give them something to rely on. Something strong. Something confident. I end up corrupting their thoughts. What they think they need and want aren't their desires, but mine, carved into their bone. Apparently I'm not the only one out there. Driving people away through control and order. Those things in my life i sought to dismantle. Apparently there are others like me. Others whom never mean to hurt, but their helping hand grips too tight. Others like me where when they cry and cry, they can be still, like statues, and continue on afterwards as if what they are feeling is real. I can differentiate between the lie and the truth. You my love, are real, yet i sI don't know my own strength3 years ago in Personal More Like This
My 14th...Turns out it wasn't Forever Alone Day for me.My 14th...4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Instead I got the guts to ask the girl of my dreams out.
And you know what she said?
Turns out, life gets better by the second...
How I'm going to celebrate the 14th...The 14th of February. Valentines day. Or should I say, FOREVER ALONE DAY! W00T! Here's how I'm going to kick it off...How I'm going to celebrate the 14th...4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Eat a bowl of sweet wheats.
Go to school.
Listen to some cheesy love music while doing homework.
Watch MLP: FiM while eating chocolates.
Go on DA.
Play Simpsons Arcade (XBLA)
Go to bed, listening to Piano Man by Billy Joel
Sounds like a plan to me!
HORRAY FOR FOREVER ALONE DAY!!!!
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Devious Journal EntrySo some days I feel like I miss a certain someone and the next day I feel as if that person shouldn't mean anything to me.Devious Journal Entry4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Some days that person tells me how much I mean to them and then some times I don't hear from that person for weeks on end.
Some days what that person says completely contradicts their actions yet I still let them get the best of me.
I love this person, but I'm honestly not sure why.
- Not after all the shit they've put me through.
- Not after all the times she's stood me up.
- Not after all the lies she fed me.
I guess I believe that one day she'll realize that she should have given me a chance. Maybe that's what gives me hope. Maybe that's what keeps me coming back for more. Maybe one day she'll feel the exact same way I feel about her.
I've never went out of my way so much for one person to come home empty handed, to come home heartbroken, and to come home so fucked up that I've thought things that I know I shouldn't have.
Sometimes I know where I'm he
Coloring WalkthroughJust wanted to highlight some different coloring techniques I found throughout DA. Most of these tutorials are for Photoshop. A few highlight other programs.Coloring Walkthrough3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I have collected these great tutorials over the years from DA and want to make it easier for everybody to find just the right kind of coloring tutorial without having to search through all of DA. This is mostly focused on anime/manga and cartoon coloring styles. All tutorials are copyright their respective owners.
PS important / how to optimize PS for digital painting:
Styles of coloring:
Colouring tutorial by Red-Priest-Usada CG - meago's way by meago TUTORIAL: Digital Paint in PS by Etoli Coloring_the_TOTMO_WAY3 by totmoartsstudio2 Colouring Tutorial ._. by DewNoir Tutorial for soft cell shading by getty +:Color Tutorial:+ by MrEdison Just a big Photoshop Tutorial by B1nd1 A Digital Coloring Tutorial: 1 by joulee Tutorial - CG Ver.2 by shilin Stylized Portrait Painting by thundercake Cancer step by step by meago Process of Doom by shilin Coloring Tutorial and Sai Tips by DyMaraway Walkthroug: Gate to Heaven by Dea-89 :thumb165
Day by day.Those tides;Day by day.4 years ago in Personal More Like This
For the better, I feel.
These next ten weeks will be long ones, but rewarding nonetheless.
Changes have been made, and paths taken, and I would not have that any other way.
Pessimism is turning to optimism, it would seem, with the warmth of Spring. Each springtime shower reveals the rows of pearly whites, and creativity is coming back. Artist block is fleeing, tail between its legs.
Stream of consciousness. That's what this is. Yes.
Let us see if this comes through in future paintings, perhaps a drawing.
Too many are preconceived.
I suppose it is time to see what happens.
Day by day.
Night by night.
The new deviantART muro featuring Redraw!The new deviantART muro featuring Redraw!3 years ago in DeviantArt Announcements More Like This
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The Making of Pepper
Once In A WhileOnce in a while, you have a period in your life when things are just working out. It's not perfect, but you're getting by and figuring it out. You are content. But then, in an instant, everything you had is gone. Something breaks the peace. Could be a small thing, could be a huge thing. But all you know is that the tranquility you once had is gone, it won't return for a long while, and that your life is somehow changed forever.Once In A While3 years ago in Personal More Like This
je t'aime, moi non plus"I was never insane, except upon occasions in which my heart was touched." -Edgar Allan Poeje t'aime, moi non plus3 years ago in Personal More Like This
wish i had a girlfriend
That Time When......you wish you were a toy that could be shut off.That Time When...4 years ago in Personal More Like This
When your "child" out grew you and finally had enough
...you kept on rolling down that large slope
Because you believed at the bottom that you could find hope
...you wish you were a stone tossed into the sea
Where you'd sink to the bottom, where you think you should be
...you were a love letter burned at the stake
Because you knew how hard love'n could take
...you wish you were a balloon released in the wind
And float to the sky, never returning again
...you stare in the mirror and ask yourself "why"
When tears fall down your cheeks, you promised you wouldn't cry
...you stop wanting to live
Because your a "bad child"
But you're just a victim
In a hell so wild.
Can someone please tell me what I did that was so wrong?
Just a little fuckedI think my mind is a bit broken. A little fucked up. I keep seeing the flicker of dying night-lights and listening to the hush of devil-melodies--I catch whispers and envision a storm of stars.Just a little fucked4 years ago in Personal More Like This
And these capsuled 'cures' the science deities keep feeding me, arouses nothing but the bitter hush of my thoughts. They distort everything, and the world becomes too vivid for my chest. Too heavy for my skull. Too bright for my eyes.
It makes me panic.
It makes me sick.
It makes me feel too much.
I sometimes long to feel the swooping sedation of my own inkling apathy. I don't want to feel anymore. I am tired of the weary secretion of these uncharted emotional disasters.
I ache for softer days. I want to float on clouds...instead of sinking between the condensed plush of bloated shapes.
Fuck...I just want to disappear sometimes.