Just wanna say sowwy D:So, I'm just gunna come right out and say... I'm sorry D': !More Like This
I've been so busy with lief and famiry and jobness... ugh. I have carved out what time I could lately to try and submit things into the group. I've even taken the liberty to submit a big chunk of arts into the group from the submission messages that have accumulated over the time I've been fairly absent.
If some arts have become expired, I have been working on resubmitting them into the group and accepting them. Also, sorted out most of the group things and removed some weird arts that weren't supposed to be in the group as well o_O...
I love you all! You guys have been fairly patient with me lately, and I'm surprised a lot of you haven't left the club alltogether for my bit of 'slacking' ;u; . Thank you so much guys! You're awesome members and I wouldn't ask for any better than what I have now!
Have a good one, and enjoy watching Toothless be cute in this GIF c: <3
Bad-Ass In A Blue Suit Seriously, if I had a good picture of me in my suit, I'd include it in this blurb; as I do not have such a photo, you'll just have to trust me when I break out into song and sing that, "NOTHING SUITS ME LIKE A SUIT!" I am a firm believer that clothes say a decent amount about a person, and this cobalt-blue suit of mine is perhaps the greatest example within my own wardrobe.More Like This
Honestly, the physical form of the suit is perfect; the collar is not ridiculous and flaring, there is no strange shoulder padding or imbalance, the pants are simple masculine slacks, and it fits me just right; in black, it would look just like a regular suit. The color, however, stands out like... well, like a suit on a college campus; there's nothing like it in sight. It's that strange new perspective on an old favorite, a classic idea with a modern and refreshing twist. I like to think about my writing in a similar manner; returning to the older style of more be
CloudlessI've seen a blind womanMore Like This
Growing cold outside,
An older image of
Our younger selves.
She wears a shard of mirror
And a broken sword
Screaming "Look at yourself!"
She is the scales; she is the statue,
She is what we should have always been,
But she has long since been replaced by greed.
This eternal rain of dust has fallen
Down upon the scales,
And they're broken,
Rusted, and brown...
What gives you the right to
Take life away?
In the dawning of our darkest hour,
Who says what's right?
What gives us the right to
Take life away?
While these images are cutting through
A cloudless September sky.