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ARTIST OF THE WEEK - Fantasiaatoidab#1 Artist of the week - :iconFantaasiatoidab:
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I chose Fantaasiatoidab for Artist of the Week, because she's one of the best drawers on DA. In her gallery we can find lot of amazing movies (Lord of the Rings, Hobbit, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, Sherlock etc.). Her deviants show emotional scenes. Fortunately, our sweet Helene is talented, has good skills, amazing taste and that's why her arts are awesome!
Helene is 21 yrs old, she's from Estonia, and she's crazy.
Check her out and write down what you think!
My favourite arts:
There is still hope by Fantaasiatoidab Get off my sheet by Fantaasiatoidab Jose Mourinho - The Special One by Fantaasiatoidab and Mou <3
Stay focus because you can be next!
BTW Number of artist is random, it's not from the best to worst and vice versa.
dear mothersDear mothers, you call it adolescent confusion and it is, we know that,
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but we respect your opinions when you say you want divorces, so is it too much to ask
that you accept the word 'gay' without the arguments and the denial?
Dear mothers, stop the victim-blaming, it isn't our fault if our ex-boyfriends pinned us to the wall
and unzipped his pants. We didn't ask for it by dressing like a slut or being a lesbian,
just like you didn't ask for lung cancer by having a daddy that smoked his heart black.
Dear mothers, cutting is maladaptive, but do you know how angry that word can make us? When
all you can say is that it's a sickness and there's something wrong then congrats Captain Obvious,
you're alienating us further. We're trying our hardest and draping a curtain over our birdcages just makes it worse.
Dear mothers, we're not the smartest people on the planet and even if we can pull the As in the grade book, maybe
it's a shame that we have to, you know? The othe
Paper-Thin Promisesthe first time I caught sight of your
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glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statue, a prison,
a tasteless reproduction of a child's Heaven
but you are no museum.
you may hang yourself in gilded frames,
forcing masses to silence with obscurity,
but that does not make you a hallowed hall.
no, I fear you're no Metropolitan.
you look at me, daring to think you understand.
your words trickle from my lips like a waterfall
as you tell m