History Books Forgot About Usthere's a tree in my back yardMore Like This
and it's rotted and dying.
the grass is nearly gone
and the swing set has fallen apart.
there's kids in the street playing with guns
and they go home to drunken mothers.
they shout and scream and fight
and the kids smoke away the noise.
there's a sad little building
boarded up and falling down.
we sneak through the back
and huddle in corners.
there's a syringe here
and a pipe over there.
we pass them around
we all like to share.
wasting away was never what i had in mind
but when you're this high
nothing even matters.
nothing but the smoke in your lungs
the poison in your veins
and that corrosive liquid gnawing at your liver.
there's kids in the street playing with guns
and they light up another joint.
the shout and scream and fight
until someone pulls the trigger.
there's bodies in the road
and they'll be thrown into flames.
ashes sent home to drunken mothers
who toss them aside
and reach for the whiskey.
we were all forgotten.
Red Eyes -OriginalShipping-Do you know Red?More Like This
The boy that doesn't say a word?"
"The boy whose thoughts you never know?"
"The creepy boy with the red eyes?"
"The Pokémon Master?"
Yes, exactly this boy.
But at the same time: Not that boy at all. This might be the Red you know it isn't the one I know.
You can say, I know Red since birth. I'm not the only one who knows him that long, but I seem to be the only one who understands him. He doesn't say a single word? He doesn't speak at all? What do you know?!
"Good morning, Red.", I say. He just turns his head and nods. He looks at me with the same emotionless face he always shows to everyone. He's standing at the fence, next to the water that leads to Route 21. He's standing here every morning, and it seems like he waits for me to greet him every day. I walk up to his side and stare at the sea. His gaze follows mine, and we stand there in silence, like we do every morning.
"I got a letter today.", I begin to talk after a few minutes of beautifu
Brock/Frying PanMore Like This
This was wrong, he thought to himself. This was wrong, it had always been wrong, and it was not going to become right anytime soon. Maybe he could have blamed growing up with so many hungry male siblings and spending the preponderance of his time around kitchen utensils. Maybe it was the fact that he was the only child in the family with reasonable cooking skills, as his mother burned boiling water and his father had reappeared from his Pokemon journey not days before Brock left Pewter City to travel with Ash and Misty. Or maybe he felt this way because Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny and the rest of the women he pursued never gave him the time of day.
He had no rational explanation for his emotions. He only knew this: Brock Harrison was literally pansexual, for he was in love with his trusty frying and drying pan.
During the day, Brock was easily able to contain his deviant desires. He acted like himself then, chasing beautiful women with voluptuous figures and imposing his gentle phil
LikeIt's like hearing the birds stop singing their songs after the long summerMore Like This
It's like watching the sun set and wishing it wouldn't leave yet
It's like watching the last leaf fall at your feet
It's like the rain falling, but almost as if it had no sound
It's like a burn, starting in your toes and spreading like a poison
worst of all, it's like you're drowning
You can see everyone else around you breathing
I don't think I'd take a second chance
UnderneathMore Like This
It’s afternoon. One of those very quiet afternoons when even in a busy high class hotel, you can almost hear the silent whispers of emptiness. It’s like if you make the slightest move, you’d be disrespecting the world. That’s when a loud knock is heard on Tommy’s hotel room. And when he turns to the door, the sound is so unbelievable in the serene loneliness of his room, that he almost thinks he imagined it. Yet after a moment, he stands up from his chair by the window, and goes to the door.
For a second when he hears Tommy’s soft voice, Adam hesitates, regrets coming here. Returning to those feelings of self-doubt, of how this is stupid, and why is he here even? He should be in his own room now, sleeping the day off and relaxing his throat for the concert tomorrow. But instead he is here. Suddenly standing in front of Tommy’s door like a lost man, like he can’t go anywhere else, this is the only place he can be. And w
Trending deviantART Search Terms: October 2013Here are 25 search terms that saw a significant increase in searches during the month of October.More Like This
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League of Legends s3 Katarina by ~ChrisBjors
slowvembernew monthMore Like This
i havent been able to art very well lately
oh and if you like a piece and you'd like to see it as a print just tell me
same goes for if you feel like a price doesnt fit the piece
im not good at business-ing
i also might be setting up an Etsy
ive changed some of my prices in my deviantart store. They should make a little more sense now, that also means some prices may be slightly more expensive BUT i feel they are fair prices in relation to the work invloved.
Sewing BasicsFirst and foremost, I think it's best to point out that I am by NO means a Master Seamstress!More Like This
Still, I hope by sharing the following with you, I can at least get you started or give you a few tips on how to begin or improve your sewing skills
-------Sewing - Back To Basics-------
1. Handsewing or Machine?
There's no doubt about it: machine is superior. The stitching is tidier and generally stronger, the work is done quicker, and most machines have a range of stitches available. However, there are some things I find that I can't use a machine for. Smaller, fiddlier things, for example. Also, I know some people can't afford to get a machine. STILL, I'd personally suggest that if you intend to sew a lot of your own costumes, invest in a sewing machine! You can buy a basic one in the UK now for around £25.
The type of fabric you use affects both the ease of sewing, and also the appearance of your final costume. Polycottons, while cheap and easy to se