BirdcageNothing ever happens the way you read in the history books. In war there are never two armies, there is only a field of men. Never a number of dead; but individual lives snuffed out. That is what the subject of history is, years shelved and decimalized. Birth and death, graphed to the simplicity of lines. Great wars a footnote to the next great war. The achievements of men and women plotted out against the bookmark of day, month and year.More Like This
And somewhere amongst this, my mother breathed. Somewhere danced in now long-closed nightclubs, laughed at jokes told by a younger version of my Father. And then the unpin-able moment she fell in love with him, after which she would have sworn there was no moment, that she'd always loved him.
I try to place things, to tell the story to myself, but you cannot know the story of a life; you can only tell a new story from theirs, as one cannot speak with another's tongue.
Whilst other children would be given sweets, I would have to excavate them. Taught t
How to Make Someone Hate YouHow to Make Someone Hate YouMore Like This
For those of you who are in dire need to have the loathing hatred of someone else out there.
Draw better than someone and be proud of your art.
Draw better than someone and not be happy with your art.
Be average in everything art and be content with improving as you go.
Suck at art and be happy with it.
Suck at art.
Type like a Neanderthal and think it's the proper way to type on the internet.
Type like a Neanderthal and not care if no one understands you.
Type like a normal person, with some mistakes here and there.
Type like a god and look down on Neanderthals.
Type like a god.
State your educated opinion.
State your uneducated opinion.
Have an opinion.
State the facts that prove someone is an idiot.
State the facts.
Be proud of being homosexual.
Be proud of being straight.
Be proud of being bisexual.
Be proud of being pansexual.
Be proud of being any sexuality.
Act like a bigoted Christian.
Act like a bigoted Christian who feels
Introduction"Hey"More Like This
"Do I know you?"
"No, but I know you."
"Yea, you're the girl whose boyfriend cheated on her"
"And he tore you into pieces and broke your heart and you've never been able to trust
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're the girl whose parents got separated living in one house and then the other."
"How do you..."
"You're the girl whose friends betrayed her. They just toyed around with you until they found out you were no use for them anymore and let you hanging"
"STOP IT!" Her eyes stinging with tears
"You're the girl who lied to her mom to go to parties."
"That is not true." Her voice wobbly
"You're the girl who cried herself to sleep at nights when she lost all faith."
"I did not cry alright"
"You changed yourself to fit in but still no one accepted you."
"You're the girl who hides the scars under her sleeves so no one will call her names."
"It helps ease the pain." The tears threatening to escape
"You're the one who took th
How to Win Friends and Influence Deviantart Part 1*Title stolen from a well-known and favourite book of mineMore Like This
Part 1: Submitting with POWER
I know there are a million "how to be popular" guides on DA and a million more parody versions of them. This article isn't about becoming popular, or starting drama or racking up pageviews as fast as possible for the sake of seeing a larger number.
This article won't make your art better, or make you more a more popular personality. However, what I've noticed is that many artists are missing out on feedback and exposure that they should be getting if not for a few common mistakes. Time after time, I've read on Artist's Confessions, or just browsing through members' personal journals that their gallery doesn't recieve any traffic and they can't improve because they're not getting any feedback. They feel like their lack of popularity is a personal statement. That their art isn't worth looking at. This is entirely untrue.
Hopefully this will help you, the underexposed artist, to b
Rain in WinterLost in my need for solidarity, I set off into the night's January rain with the sense of an incomplete motive. I stepped onto the shelter of the porch and settled myself into one of the lawn chairs facing the storm. The chairs were riddled with cracks from years of rust and weathering; memories from long summer afternoons when there was music, cookouts, runs through the backyard sprinklers until grass glued itself to your heels, a mother's laughter cross legged in a chair, a father whistling a tune opposite her, there was childhood, life had innocence then. Now all that remained was the barren skeletons of the furniture still in their original positions lost in time of years ago and frozen from the current winters kiss. The bars from the back of the chair pushed against my spine: the symbols to the soft pattering orchestra of the rain. Nature's chill began to seep in. Unique in its own right it is unlike the feeling from manmade air conditioning: a rush through your body caMore Like This
Funny Facebook Pages :DMore Like This
1. Sometimes at 3am i go outside and pretend to be a banana
2. Using 'Thus' in an essay because you are a Literary GOD
3. Pushing your mate into the chick he likes because you are a top wingman
4. Backflipping your way out of an awkward situation.
5. Dumping your girlfriend via your eraser that decides "Yes" or "No".
Chicken Banana TheoryMore Like This
Chicken Banana Theory
A man walks down the street and encounters another man. This other man believes he is a chicken, and promptly approaches the first man to inform him of this amid a series of chicken-noises. The first man acknowledges this, and hurries past.
Later, the first man is walking back along this same path and encounters the same man, though this time, the other man no longer believes that he is a chicken, but rather a banana.
This is an illogical transition– one cannot logically explain it by tracking the events that led to this mental transfiguration from chicken to banana. You cannot, for example, say that the man woke up thinking he was a chicken, had coffee, went to work, stood by the copier, and suddenly decided at that moment to become a banana. It does not follow any course of logic– it is the realm of insanity.
Consider then the deeper reasons for transition from chicken to banana. Did the man first believe he was a chicken to fulfill some need, then change his st