RatioRatio10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Research on beauty and what we find appealing in the opposite sex
show that mens ideal woman should have a certain ratio
between waist and hips.
The pelvic region signals fertility
and the ability to bear a child.
Even the slightest disproportion in facial features
make a woman less attractive to a man.
Irregularity is percieved as a less perfect she animal
not as fit for reproduction.
We really are primate human animals
programmed by evolution and Darwinistic survival of the fittest.
We Died Here..We Died Here..1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It ended here. And I would've loved you forever, but forever came sooner than we ever could've imagined.
I couldn't take you down with me. You were my first, and now I'll be your last.
The beginning of the end happened here.
I can see the outline of your body buried in the ceiling,
As the windows begin to run red.
I miss the touch of your hand against my skin,
Even when it was always only cold.
I was just never any good at killing this feeling, so I hid it in the floor.
Now I feel you watch me from the walls.
The ghost of your breath sends shivers down my neck.
You whispered to me as I slept, "Forever is where it all goes wrong."
It echoes in my head, a memory of you in place of my heart.
This is where we met our end.
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
F/FF Tickling Story Old Lady Tickles Teens.Hi everyone, I'm so glad I can work on stories again, okay, this is a beautiful story, I wanted to make a story that had a brunette being tickled by an old women, but KarmaBeetle wanted another story of a blonde being tickled by an old lady, so why not mix them! A win win situation.F/FF Tickling Story Old Lady Tickles Teens.8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Please comment! I love reading them!
It was a beautiful summer day in Long Beach California. The sun was bright, the air was
warm, and the beaches, not really crowded. It's was a Sunday morning, most people were at
church, but two beautiful girls, Candice and Marilyn, didn't go to church, they saw the time to go to the beach without having to deal with other people's business.
Candice and Marilyn had been the best of friends since kindergarten. Now both 19 they were used to traveling together, last summer they had been to Miami to tan, have fun, and mess around. This year, they decided to go to California, the vacation hot spot for summer.
"I can't wait to go to the beach." Marilyn said. Mar
The Delinquent Battleship Captain - Error 002 Error 002: My Secret IdentityThe Delinquent Battleship Captain - Error 0021 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bodies surrounded them pushing and prodding from all angles. Hands were reaching forward perhaps just to get a hold of her. She didn't know what to do so she pressed closer into Drew looking to him for support. For his part, he was looking completely clueless as to what was going on and had a typically goofy grin on his face. It figured that when push came to shove in a situation like this he wouldn't know what to do.
She still hadn't had time to fully absorb or deal with the news she had received on her cellpad in the bathroom. Something had happened to her dad, and it was bad. She had to get to the hospital and fast. "Please," she asked softly to no one in particular.
Bodies continued pushing into them until Drew finally did something. Pushing o
SafeStep quietly throughSafe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
These enchanted woods.
We'll protect you
We'll keep you
Step gently down
This worn trodden path
We'll guide you
We'll lead you
Step quietly into
This long dreamless sleep.
We'll see you
We'll sing you
Unholy War : Book 3, Chap. 3 - Caring FriendsUnholy War : Book 3, Chap. 3 - Caring Friends1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ethan handed the jar of Icy Blue Minty Smeary Petroleum Camphor Rub to Shawn and asked him to rub it on Willy's back.
"With pleasure," Shawn said, opening the passenger door of the Caddy, where Wil was still laying on the reclining seat, smiling up at him like a seal.
"Can you roll over or do you need help?" Shawn asked, then added "I'm gonna put this blue stuff on your back."
Wil laboriously began trying to turn himself over, finally succeeding as Ross and Kelly helped him. Ross pulled up Wil's shirt, and Shawn scooped a blob of the blue smeary petroleum camphor rub out of the jar and began rubbing it on Wil's back.
"You don't need to tell me where it hurts most, dude," Shawn said. "I'm gonna put this stuff all over you."
"Just not my face, okay?" Willy joked. Soon he was feel
the light in the end of the roadi have made excusesthe light in the end of the road1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
because i´m afraid
but now i feel like
i could let that fear go
because now i see the way
the only road
that i want to walk
the only fight
that i want to fight
i would do anything for you
i know these are just words
but look into my heart
then you know it´s true
i would go to the edge
of this world
to hell and back
just for you
when you need me
i will be the guy that you need
in the darkest moments
i will have a light to shed
on the shadows of your face
i know the road
wont be easy
but i will go through
all the challenges
because you are the light
in the end of the road
Just A WhisperThe whisper runs down my spine...Just A Whisper1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It climbs through my curls,
To the roots, to my scalp...
Under my skin it seeps,
Creeping through the layers,
Peeling back the protection there,
To reach it's final goal.
the whisper sneaks past the guard,
Cracks the code,
unlocks the safe...
My deepest dreams lie there...
And the whisper awakens them...
"You'll be reality soon..."
And with that,
the whisper slips out,
leaving the locks unlocked,
Sealing up my mind...
And crawling back down my spine.
My dreams ache and burn,
Waiting to see if the whisper was true...
We'll never know...
Until they do come true...
the sound of their screaming,
is driving me crazy.
Charly ProfileFull name: Charly ColtonCharly Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 14 when dies
date of birth:
current residence: the ground
relationship status: single
languages known: english
voice: high pitched, whiny
build of body: small, short with skinny body, toned arms and legs.
Hair: dark brown, almost black. ear length, shaggy
Scars: random battle scars, long scar acrossed his chest
Typical clothing: t-shirt with sides/sleeves cut off. dark baggy pants, a giant machetee attached to his right hip
how they're seen by others: weak, young, small
intelligence: street smart
socialbility: Mega talkitive
illnesses: radiation sickness
bad habbits: talking to much
childhood: born into destroyed world, trained to be a survialist, hardcore
parents: William Colton(father) Shannon Colton(mother)
sibiligs: Saidy Colton
A Father son Love Story EpilogueEA Father son Love Story Epilogue1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
The moon had been nearly full during that chase. Firestar had awoken Thunderclan with the news that Shadefern and Leaftail had abused his son. The twin with the goatee gave him a surprised look- and Firestar, listening to the uproar, had winked. No one but the leader and that warrior had seen. That day, Flareclaw spent the entire time in Leafpool's den. She could be seen very often shooing curious and worried cats out of her infirmary. Many cats kept a score, and chuckled over the immortal tie between Weathertail and Firestar. No one thought anything of it,
Except the injured man inside.
He knew why their spirits could not be dampened. And he felt happy for that. There was some curiosity towards an inquiry of his, but it would not be proper to rush. His mother had taught him things come when their time is due- and rushing would only give you poorer results than if you had been patient. He didn't pay too much attention to it. The young man was having too much
PhotographerHe was angry. For the first time, he was actually angry. She thought it was interesting.Photographer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She watched as he yelled and stomped on the ground. Such raw emotion, she thought.
He kept screaming, screaming at her to stop, but she didn't mind it. She thought it was a glorious moment.
He lit a cigarette and threw the empty pack at her. She nodded in approval.
She asked for a drag but he denied it, angrily, and she didn't insist. Just the look on his face was priceless.
He was yelling once again. How all he had wanted was a normal girlfriend. She laughed.
He was furious, then. He walked up to her and grabbed the camera, throwing it on the floor.
I wanted to see your face, not your camera, he said.
Wait, not actXXXI. Wait, not actWait, not act1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A time comes, always, that a flower must bloom
That the bushes of the wild berries must show
But this is not that time, a little time just
One cannot rush art, nor can one hasten a love
Restraint is held in high virtue, love is this
That we must be still, as the vines about are
And as this chrysallis enshrines us, be still
Patience is kind, and this wildflower blossoms
Team Enforces: Legend of the 16 Plates: part 5PROLOGE ACCIDENTAL BOUNTIESTeam Enforces: Legend of the 16 Plates: part 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few hours after the whole of Team Enforcers had eaten, they were back at the academy. "I just received an email from Mayor Trevor." Master Dusk was speaking to Gaia, Seth and Alice. "It seems that you have completed the mission successfully. Therefore, I now upgrade your team to the Silver Rank. Congratulations!" There was silence for a few moments, then... "HOOOORAY!" Seth started whooping and cheering and dancing like he had done in Sage Forest. Gaia was punching the air. Alice had a large grin on her face. "Let's celebrate!" shouted Gaia. The other two agreed. They quickly rushed out the front door and made their way Spinda's Cafe. Master Dusk shook his head and smiled.
The three of them were sitting in Spinda's Cafe, eating their meals. Gaia was calmly eating his steak sandwich, Alice was munching her way through chilli burger (her clan loved spicy food) and Seth was wolfing down his bowl of spaghetti. Alice moaned in disgust and snatched Seth'
Spontaneous WanderingSpontaneous Wandering and Paths to ContentSpontaneous Wandering1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Participants indicated following various paths to information using different deviantART features. Searching for content is one of the most common online practices. Searching effectively, quickly and evaluating the relevancy of searched content is a new literacy concern (Leu et al., 2004). Nearly all participants indicated looking at a diverse array of art on deviantART as a daily behavior. Navigating to deviantART resources and art involves searching/browsing/looking for images. Viewing content required following various possible paths to information using deviantART features.
Kat described it in her interview when she wrote:
To be honest, I never really log off, the tab is always open and I use it all day. First thing I do is check my personal messages, notes, responses ect If the piece comes from a group I usually visit the artists page and look around.Look at my friend's journals, take a quick look at the "front page". T
How I see thingsWhen I look at the sky on a cool, sunny, almost cheery summer's day I can't help but have a smile creep upon my face. The sun that is beginning to set reminds me that the day is close to its ending. I nuzzle more into the grass as I lay down in hopes of being enveloped in its endless rows of little green men dancing in the wind. Closing my eyes I smell the air, real air, not the polluted air but it's actually fresh. Sweet lullabies that my once young mother use to sing to me, starts to play in my head. Her soft, smooth voice reins in my head and fills my body with warmth that's as old as life itself. My fingers search the ground for an anchor to keep me from slipping entirely away. The texture of a dandelion fills my hand and I can't help but blow on it. The souls of many are soon released and free with just that single blow. Unlike the green, now orange men falling to the ground joining the dancing ones, the souls drift up in the sky far away from civilization. The sky, the sky is bluHow I see things1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
waste of space......why am i here?waste of space......1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
im just a waste of space
a waste of air
a waste of education
a waste of time
a waste of love....
why can't i go in peace and
leave my spot to be taken from
someone else? some one who
won't be a waste of space, some one
who would deserve it...for i... i am nothing
but trash. Nothing but a burden.
im completely useless...
All i am good at is at causing people fain and misery...
So clearly i am nothing but a
waste of space....
Biohazard previewBiohazard preview1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Pathos, a Revolutionary Girl Utena FanficPathos, a Revolutionary Girl Utena Fanfic1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Is that all you have to say? Do you really think it's that's simple?
Those pierced by blades don't tend to ask questions. (I never did.)
So what makes you think you'd get a plausible answer? Haven't you realized the sheer lunacy of my role? Of yours?
"You remind me so much of Dios,"
I whisper with a voice like nostalgia and venom.
It's true, to a degree; but don't you understand?
Once upon a time, the prince was the light of the world
Whatever light there was, it's gone.
Should I regret keeping it to myself?
I coveted it, and in doing so I destroyed it.
I suppose you'd like to think it wasn't my fault, if you knew.
Ever the righteous fool, always willing to help and save and forgive
You really are just like he was.
And look what happened to him (to me, to us).
Did you ever think it would be my blade and not his, "prince"?
"But you can never be my prince, because you're a girl."
I crack a small smile at this; I allow myself a sardonic little lie.
The truth is, y
My Baby SisterMy Baby Sister1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That's what we decided to call her. I looked down at the computer. On the screen was a tiny little Boston terrier, laying beside her two other siblings, who were just as cute.
"Why Hope?" I asked my mom, still looking at the picture.
"Because I hope she will stay healthy, unlike our other two Yorkies. I don't want to end up having to lose another dog. I can't take it anymore." She answered, with that empty look in her eyes. I couldn't stand it either. I loved Simon, and Lovey May. And why would someone just kill a dog so heartlessly? And how? How could you just pick up a hammer and...
I stopped, and sighed.
"Good choice. Will you give her a middle name?"
We walked into Big Lots. It's been two days since we found out that dad was bringing home an actual, live dog. I was still excited but almost forgot about it. We turned into the aisle with the dog food, and the phone rang. When mom answered, I stared at her, wondering who it could be, and trying to listen to thei
Insanity Chapter 9Insanity Chapter 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once I see her and Scout disappear I stand up, moving to the staircase I can see hiding behind a number of chairs that have been placed there, in a very bad attempt to barricade it.
Once I manage to climb over the chairs I touch the top of my revolver for a reassuring feeling. I left my shotgun in the car, as I noticed I only have a couple of bullets left.
The stairs groan in objection of my weight as I carefully climb to the top.
The top floor is made from wood too, with five doors leading to other rooms. The door closest to me I notice has five locks, holding it securely closed.
"What the hell happened here?" I mumble as I glance at the other doors, each of them either barred with wood or drowned in locks. My hand traces over the door frame, it has recently been opened.
I take hold of my revolver before gently shoving my left shoulder into the door. The large wooden door creaks open and I am instantly met wi
That's a book.Books are stacks of paper, bound on the left-hand side by string or glue. They have covers, which help hold the book together and protect the pages inside. This too, is attached at the left-hand side.That's a book.3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
And what is printed on the pages-
recounts of epic battle.
gory battlefields spewed with blood and with a whistling wind echoing the voices of the dead.
Heroes wearing all their glory and splendor like badges.
Villains in evils' dark cloak.
Lover's tender words.
Rickety machines and steam-spitting valves.
Brilliant minds' deep thoughts.
Rebellious revoltn when things aren't the way they should be.
The meek and mellow.
Criminals and vigilante alike.
Wild western ranch-hands and futuristic space voyages.
The ghosts of the past, the dark shadows and bright lights of tomorrow.
Traditions, passed from one generation to the next; as well as inventions, new ideas, revolutionary concepts.
Star struck hopes and unfinished dreams.
Deepest desires and twisted pre
Krystal Meyers4Shes finding love in the back of a car when is it too lateKrystal Meyers46 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Have they gone too far
Shes having trouble drawing the line
But she knows she wants to feel beautiful
She struggles finding self-respect
Shell wake up feeling regret
Her purity's been compromised
But she knows she wants to feel beautiful
A promise made to treasure
You dont have to give it away
Falling for the pressure
You cant mend a vow when it breaks
Explain your hesitation
Jesus can be your escape
Dont taint the situation
This love was made to wait
He's living life out on the edge
Gotta make a move
Move it onto the bed
Temptation whispers in his head
Believe the lie
Suck it up and be a man
He'll trade her heart
For a trophy
Put it on the shelf
So his friends can see
He has what it takes to get what he wants
Tonights the night
Suck it up and be a man
I can see the fear behind your eyes
You might walk away unsatisfied
Is the only love to
LaF: Steve the Elevator OperatorSteve was a very disinterested magpie. His parents had been pressuring him constantly to fly out into the world and stop living in the downstairs nest. Finally, Steve's parents became so frustrated that they kicked him out with nothing but a job application for a hotel in a distant land. With no friends that would put up with his laziness and no sparkling feathers that would make girls swoon, he journeyed to the mountains and by some miracle was given a chance for an interview.LaF: Steve the Elevator Operator1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A female raven at the hotel told Steve that there was one position he could fill with his poor qualifications. She described it as being an often unnoticed but crucial job. Room and board would be free and the work wasn't hard at all. Steve accepted immediately, thinking he had found the perfect lazy job. In fact, the magpie had just accepted the position of "junior elevator operator."
Job training took place in less than 30 seconds. "Alright," the senior elevator operator told him. He was a very old blue