Beautiful.You areMore Like This
name age gender remain a secret.
I know neither your
height weight sexuality nor the color of your
eyes hair skin.
For once I had no
that distorted you into something that you
I savor my ignorance
for it carries the delightful taste of
In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsMore Like This
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
If only you could hear them, too.
Dear Mommy.Dear mommy, please don't hurt yourself.More Like This
I need you to hold my hand.
From crossing the little old gravel road
To helping me find wonderland.
Dear mommy, please don't hate yourself.
I love the way you used to be.
Happy and joyful, so filled with love
Or at least that's how you seemed to me.
Dear mommy, maybe I don't understand.
But please don't let yourself go.
I need you now more than ever,
And more than you'll ever know.
Dear mommy, please don't leave me.
I love you.. Don't you understand?
Mommy, please don't kill yourself.
I still need you to hold my hand.
ShiftingSolid, the world that I stand onMore Like This
This place of my creation, it is my very core
Built with my bare hands, till each of my bones were sore.
Each picture, each word, each song.
I tended to the fresh and flames anew
Warming the hearth; a home created, set,
And welcomed each and everyone of you.
Everything was perfect
What was broken, mended
What was ruined, repaired
Now there is a war raging on.
My place of peace ablaze
The fire I built, consumes
Each building, brick by brick
Shudders under gunfire
From an enemy unknown
And the havoc that once was, resumes.
Crumbling, the world that I stand on
This place of my creation, it is my very core
Built it with my bare hands, till each of my bones were sore.
Each memory, each sound, each joy I stored here.
It is all burning down
My legs give way, and I shudder
My home, my happiness, my peace
The scars that had healed re-opened
The foundation of my will ripped apart.
Gone, all gone; leaving the faint hollowness
The embers of my flames bur
The Stars that Seem to CollideThe soft crunch of gravel under your feetMore Like This
Stepping to the rhythm, stepping to the beat
Others surround you, excitement rides on the breeze
Summer putting souls to rest, their stress turned into peace
Driving, climbing, walking through
Nothing else better to do
In this old town, then what we found
On the night when our stars fall down.
Everything thing in this clearing become silent
Whispers of anticipation suddenly compliant
And we all hold our breath; our hearts in our chests, roughly kicking
as the final minutes on the clock fall away, softly ticking.
We look to the skies
and I can never believe my eyes
as I sat on the concrete that night
When the Stars seemed to Collide
In brilliant bursts
And these new lights we made,
These beautiful embers flicker at first
But more are launched, a crusade
Just a flicker, a flash
and when these lights touch the night
the atmosphere holds steadfast
And these stars begin to ignite
Bang, Crash, Boom
They create a chorus of sound
reunionhe waits.More Like This
If you come closerMore Like This
Don't come closer,I'll fall in love.
Stay away,I kill.
This dagger in my hand shines so bright.
It awakes a special thrill.
But you came closer,I fell for you too fast.
You're so close to me it hurts
I trusted you too much,
But words...They are just words.
I want you to know my dreams,
Hold them between your ribs.
You own my every paper-cut,
my wishes and my sins.
I like to bury my head in your neck
And feel your arms around me
I like your fingers in my hair
In these cold Decembers,you're my heat.
I warned you-Stay away
But I wanted you close.
You pulled me to yourself
You're my thorns and I am your rose.
You're my naked trees and the green grass.
You're everything to me,love.
My eyes' shine and heart's beat.
I'm addicted to your touch.
Don't leave-My tears beg.
Your fingers are locked between mine.
Tik-Tok,you're here now,holding me.
It's us against the time.
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
The Golden Man "The sky is beautiful this time of night,"a lonely voice sighed. A pair of honey brown eyes gazed to the purple sky, lit gold by the silver moonbeams. It was early morning, before dawn in Paris and Stephano was awaiting the return of his father from an excavation in the Valley of The Kings.More Like This
He couldn't sleep. He was exhausted but rest was impossible to accomplish. The worthless, broken artefacts scattered decoratively around his bedroom kept him alert. Some things just seemed to tell him to stay awake, to keep guard, to not look away. It was mid August of 1914, the Germans had just declared war on the French. The terrain of his country was being ruined by the results of battles, but Paris was still as beautiful as ever, the Eiffel Tower scraping the sky just a few city blocks away. It was one of the few things worth any merit Stephano knew.
The sun rose over the Tower slowly and the young Frenchman heard his bedroom door open slowly with an annoying creek. He looked to the g
PewdieCry - Carnival of Rust Carnival of RustMore Like This
Rated E because it's just a strange little fluff thing.
D' you breathe the name of your savior in your hour of need,
"Felix!" The brunette stumbled over the craggy stone alley to his best friend. His hands shook violently as they hovered over Felix's body, afraid to touch him. There were wounds - three of them -Straight through his chest. Why did he have to be a hero?
And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed?
"It's not your fault Cry, don't worry about it." The Swede's voice was shallow and rough. It was weak but it was raw with emotion. Despite his body sluggishly draining of his life force, Felix smiled up at his friend. Cry slowly reached out to grasp the other's hand and hold it tightly as he let the stinging in his eyes finally let go.
"No. This is my fault. No, Felix, don't go!" He desperately shook Felix when his eyes had slid closed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake him. Now rag
GratitudeMore Like This
November 21, 2012
I believe in deviantART. Which is to more accurately say I believe in the concept and the reality of the deviantART community.
When in contemplation of the eternal wellspring that is the deviantART project and how it has become the engine keeping my heart and mind on a full burn as I strive to be an upstanding member of the community as well as a helpful architect and eager participant in the conversation -- my thoughts inevitably settle upon my attempts to define my concept of Gratitude.
Marma Lisa by *HenrySchreiber
No matter your medium of choice as an artist, your artistic intentions or the mystic guiding force that has led you to this community, there is one thing all constituent members have in common:
A first step into this world consisted of a simple return to the practice of
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an
EscapeI've been captive here ever since I can remember.More Like This
I am no longer the young innocent girl that I once was.
I've grown into a young woman.
No mother to teach me how to behave as one.
No father to protect me from the harms of the world.
I had them once I think.
Before I was stolen.
I've dreamed of the day that I will be reunited with them.
To feel the warmth and safety of my father's arms around me or the loving touch and voice that is my mother.
I'll roam these caverns, trying to find my escape, but today
I think I've found it.
You Won't Control MeMore Like This
You strangled me
As I snuggled into your hugs
I remember your joy
Toying with my lungs
I remember the excitement
The bruises you left
Told me to "look at the concept"
As you sneered at me, you never left
Oh I smiled as you burned my flesh
There I go thinking of the past, it's dead
Here I go feeling no peace, just dread
You'll never get to break me
Emotion's ran me deep
They had prevented me from sleep
I looked elsewhere ignoring them
And yet the emotions tried to brush my lips again
I want to tell you, my sweet emotions,
I used to be yours
The past is, the past
And little by little, I don't know you anymore
I remember how you buckled me
The ground felt so heavenly
Your needle pierced me deep
You held on tight
I waited on you; you never gave me the time
I remember the dead silence
The hard stop, as everything slipped
And suddenly all was balanced
The nothingness ringed
Your silence made me scream
There I go thinking of the past, it's a
The Diary of JaneThere was this book in which she wrote her every thought,More Like This
She remembered every painful memory her mind wrought,
She wrote some words with her own blood,
She would ask herself what is it that she had done.
She wouldn't die for love, nor would she listen to lies,
She would try to find a place for everyone, dig through her personal ties,
Only those who bothered knew her name was Jane,
Only no one knew she was devoured by pain.
Chorus: Her life is no fairytale; the magic has long since depleted,
But in her own mind, she won't let herself be defeated.
She will be herself, and she will walk with grace,
As she falls apart at every seem and lace,
She will follow her own path, a road that's worn and broken,
She will leave a trail of blood, as a simple token.
As she burns another page, this time with the fire of her pen,
She will listen to her heart, for it will tell her when,
It's time to let go, when it's time to break,
Her mind knows just how much she can take.
Life collapses, like
Leave your past behind.More Like This
I know that you remember all of those bitter moments
But what is it worth for to keep those memories working
They’re not making you happy; they’re just making you hopeless
Then follows depression from the feelings that you’ve let lurking
Because you went through it, but you relive it every moment
When it’s all in your mind and you’re making it a necessary component
It’s just jarring to your heart, yet you keep it for your mind is uncertain
Many broken hearts, from family to friends, something you won’t admit was certain
I’ve been like you, for months to years, having a mind that’s unclear
And so I’ve shed so many tears, all which came from fear
Though it could be hard to move along, no one ever said you cannot
So please, don’t give up, I believe in you, even if you do not
I'll wipe off your tearsTrust me when I say this, everything will be alrightMore Like This
I’ll be here, to comfort you every moment of your life
Cry on my chest if you like, only if it lets you feel right
Because I will always be here, right by your side
I know some things can be unexpected,
And sometimes the bad can’t be evaded
But I’ll try my best, so you can be able to rest
And I’ll try my best to relieve you from stress
Because I care too much to leave you with pain
It tears my heart to see you like this again
You’ve told me to step back, but it's too sad and tiring
I promise you, this will be the last time you’ll be crying
Flash of Lightning, Resonant Thunder:icontechgnotic:More Like This
The Serenely Powerful Art of `yuumei
In the top half of an hourglass, a polar bear and her cub perch perilously atop a wedge of melting ice, its dripping water becoming the "sand" that is inexorably drowning an urban couch potato figure in the hourglass's bottom chamber. The beautiful yet arresting digital painting is "Countdown" by yuumei and it is currently one of the most popular pieces on deviantART. It is "archetypal yuumei" in its perfectly balanced blending of a striking lyrically beautiful visual with an underlying urgent social or political message.
Her specialty is digital art in an anime style, but she often employs traditional watercolors and other elements. Her cause is saving and preserving what's left of the Earth's wildlife and its environment; she donates large portions of profits from her artworks to a host of wildlife and environmental organizations and urges all deviants and others to do the same. But what has really been her stand-out achievem
Dead I LayWhat would you do if I died today?More Like This
Slit my wrists, would you cry that day?
How would you feel if I died in May?
Dead in a field, in flowers I'd lay.
Who would realize if I died today?
One of millions to turn her skin to grey.
Where would you find me on that fateful day?
Dead in a brook because I'd gone astray?
When would you care that I died that day?
Tomorrow, next year, on that day in may?
Why do I feel this need to pass away?
Lost in this world and full of dismay.
Cry in my name for I have died today.
Bled out the sorrow on this dreary day.
Surrounded by flowers from this past May.
Washed up to shore and dead I lay.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidMore Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
:Forbidden- AJxCain [Part 1]:More Like This
AJ and Cain [Part 1]
An idiot! That's all he is.
AJ grimaced to himself, pulling his hood over his head to keep the icy wind from stinging his pale skin and checked his phone.
He didn't even apologize! What the hell is wrong with him? Kissing me and then saying he didn't mean it. That makes absolutely no sense!
The blue-haired teen walked along the sidewalk, turning and ducking into the music store Gage always went to, to escape the crisp air. His eyes perused the room, it consisting of many rows and tables of soundtracks, DVD's, and even some vinyl records. The walls were heavily adorned in posters of famous rock bands like Three Days Grace, Papa Roach, Seether, etc… and AJ loved it. A store never spoke to him like this one did. He wandered to the back of the room, examining the CDs in awe before a voice spoke to him, making him jump.
"Let me know if you need help finding anything," It said, carelessly, the voice low and gruff. Familiar.
:Forbidden- Ch 1:More Like This
My mother looked up from her book and raised her eyebrows at me expectantly as I rubbed the back of my head.
"Do you mind if I go out tonight?"
"And where do you plan on going?"
"Over to Dan's."
"Oh, but of course! That Daniel is such a nice boy," My mother picked her book back up and smiled to herself. "If only you were more like him."
I frowned and ran upstairs to my bedroom to change. Before I stripped, I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror on my closet door. My black hair needed a trim to keep it from falling over my icy, blue eyes. My skin was white as a sheet and my body lacked the muscles guys were supposed to have packed under their skin. Flesh and bones. That's all I was. I was never going to get a guy, looking like this. Not that it mattered. Dating really never interested me all that much and I had yet to find a guy that perked my interest. My parents didn't like the fact that I was gay and I usuall
:Forbidden- Ch 2:More Like This
"So where are we going?"
AJ gave me an odd look as we left the club and I shrugged, looking around for Talen. It had taken me twenty minutes to lure my blue-haired friend away from the girls and 10 extra minutes to persuade him into leaving the club. My patience was running out as we walked into the crisp, night air.
Inside the club, I had checked my phone as AJ dramatically came up with an excuse for his new fan club, only to find 3 missed calls all from my mom. She found out, I just knew she must have. She must have tried to reach me at Dan's. For some reason, my mother finding out wasn't the big catastrophe it had been earlier in my naïve mind. All I wanted to do was find Talen. I dismissed the calls and resumed my search for the lanky bartender.
"We have to find someone," I murmured to AJ.
"That's really specific, dude," AJ sneered, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Just look for that bartender that was working in the club."
:Forbidden- Ch 3:More Like This
"I'm going on my jog!"
I zipped up my sweatshirt, as I thumped down the stairs, coming face to face with my mom at the last step. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were fixed on me with a stern glare.
"You're not going to meet up with that emo kid again are you?"
I exhaled with aggravation as I recalled the occurrence that happened a few nights ago. I had lied to my mom about who I went out with and got home late, causing my parent's suspicions to rise and their trust to diminish like leaves in the wind. It was difficult now to even take a step onto the front porch without them sticking their noses into my business. It was more annoying than anything.
"You know I go for a jog every Sunday morning," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Nothing about that has changed. I jog to the city, visit the music store, and jog home."
She stood there for a minute, her hand to her chin, as if contemplating on whether she should let me go or not.
:Forbidden- Ch 4:More Like This
"Yes!" AJ turned to me, smiling brightly. "It'll be a blast!"
"Well " I rubbed my hands on my legs nervously beneath the table, looking away. "I don't know if I'll be able to get through my parents."
My blue-haired friend raised an eyebrow at me and crossed his arms.
"It never stopped you before."
"I- I know but "
"I know what it is."
I suddenly became rigid all over.
"Y- You do?'
"Yep," AJ leaned forward, smiling slyly. "You're already going with someone, aren't you?"
My face burned red and I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly.
"HA!" AJ jumped up, pointing to me. "I KNEW IT!"
The people around us in the cafeteria turned to stare at AJ and I jumped up, dragging him out into the halls of the school.
"Shut up," I hissed, smacking him in the head.
"Is it that Talen guy?" He asked, apparently unfazed by my attempt at inflicting pain upon him.
"Y- Yeah," I whispered, looking down as my face heated up with embarras
:Forbidden- Ch 5:More Like This
"Ugh! It's hot! How can you wear that thing? It's like 100 degrees!"
AJ fanned himself and stuck his tongue out, panting heavily like a dog would. I shook my head, smiling as I zipped up my sweatshirt.
"It's 60 out and perfect for a sweatshirt."
"What? It's boiling!"
"You are so over-dramatic." I laughed and stared down the road, my eyebrows furrowing.
"What time did they say they were picking us up?" AJ asked, mimicking me as I stared towards the corner.
"Talen said he'd be here around 5:00. It's 5:30 now."
"Of course, he'd be late," the blue-haired boy scoffed and crossed his arms, sticking out his bottom lip. "I'm hungrryyyy."
"Quit complaining," I snapped with irritation. "Why didn't you eat lunch?"
"Because I needed to save room for the greasy, fried shit at the carnival. DUH."
"Well, he should be here any minute."
Just as the words came out of my mouth, the familiar red mustang pulled around the corner and up AJ's driveway, sounding the
:Forbidden- Ch 6:More Like This
Even though I was frozen in place on the seat of the Ferris wheel, my mouth curved into a warm grin.
"You like me?" My voice quivered and I licked my lips, hoping to get a taste of Talen's Chap Stick from them.
"Yeah," Talen chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head. "I thought I was straight before I met you."
My eyes widened and I straightened up a bit.
"Seriously? I... I turned you?!"
Talen laughed and wrapped his arm around me as the Ferris wheel came to a stop part way to the ground.
"Well, when I first met you, you were just so cute, what with the red cheeks and the way you were so terrible at making stuff up."
My face flushed in embarrassment at the memory.
"And the more we hung out, the more I couldn't stand to be away from you. You were the only person who could make me smile and laugh like that, besides my brother. And I fell for you. Pretty hard, actually. So... what I'm trying to say behind all this corny shit. Will you go out w
:Forbidden- Ch 7:More Like This
Stopping a block away from my house, Talen put the car in park and stared out the windshield. I turned in the passenger's seat to stare at him one last time, his hazel eyes shifting to me as I smiled a bit.
"I don't want this night to end," I whispered, staring at my hands in my lap.
"Me neither," The black-haired man whispered, caressing my face in his hands. "But I had a really good time. I'm glad you like me back."
Talen leaned forward and let his fingers sift through my hair as his lips gently brushed mine, bringing me into a tender kiss. I closed my eyes and brought my hand up, tracing Talen's prominent jaw bone with my fingers as he moved closer, putting more pressure on our lips. He pulled away slowly, grinning slyly.
"W- What's with that face?" I stuttered, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" He asked, leaning back and making my face burn with unease. "It seems like you've had practice before."
"I- I d
The Monster in The MirrorWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
A Pop Culture Interpretation of The Supernatural
Every culture around the world created gods and other mythical beings by mixing and matching fanged and taloned animal parts—e.g., enormous eagle heads on lions’ bodies—human beings have always seemed to need to believe there are powerful and usually quite vengeful supernatural beings lurking just beyond the candlelight.
Supernatural beings come to serve several purposes:
They kept people on the lighted path of truth and goodness, fearful of exploring beyond;
They were a reminder of the punishment we deser
Slender ManWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
The Slender Man
In this season of deceits deceptions & witcheries
I am wary of my following message not being received with the full gravity it deserves. It is not my intention to unduly alarm the deviantART community, but... LaurenKitsune is at this time unaccounted for. All attempts on our part to contact her have failed. It is my hope that she has simply taken a much deserved unscheduled pre-Halloween “vacation” and will be back in online communication soon.
Before going dark, LaurenKitsune was good enough to write and transmit a report on the Slender Man phenomenon sweeping the Internet. That report is published here fo
'Why Are We Even Talking About This?'I get that phrase a lot, that and "over react much?" whenever I bring up ANY issue, be it from a video game, politics, or whatever. There seems to be a lot of people who just don't wanna talk about anything at all, and would much rather these discussions just not exist so they can get on with their lives.More Like This
You'll be unsurprised to learn that I don't agree with that wisdom. In my books, if you don't do anything, nothing is going to happen. If there's an injustice in the world somewhere and you stay silent, that injustice isn't going to fix itself. It will just keep happening. That, my friends, is complacency.
Then of course there are those people who don't believe that the world will ever change, therefor there's no reason to try, and actively try to stop anyone who dares to stand up for something. I can't begin to describe how annoying that mindset is to me. It's almost sadistic in it's very nature, by actively trying to stop people from making the world a better place by being dismissi
Not Really AloneMore Like This
There is something to love about the sweet simplicity of being alone.
Nobody to please or be perfect for,
or to have to share my pillows and popcorn with.
The only lesson I have learned lately is that the lust from strangers,
can not cure loneliness.
But with you, I never feel lonely.
And our playful words become secrets to me,
that mean more than lies like “love” and “always” ever have.
With you, the world stops and no other man exists.
I don’t mind being by myself without you.
Until it’s our time.
I will wait.
I’d wait a thousand birthdays just to hear your voice.
we watch too much internet pornblank, online eyesMore Like This
staring through each others
that mean everything
and say everything
at near imperceptible
he's a claustrophobic,
who whispers with rustled
to restful bradycardia
on secret wishes like
all i want
is for the land
to stretch like the
sands of time
under my feet
but most days
she is too busy listening
for the train rattling the tracks
where his mind races
the only train she's heard
was faint steel static
on a youtube video)
and her eyes are looking for
his eyes full of all kinds
of natural, youthful stars
she ain't seen before
(with strong, bright names like Orion--
not paparazzi-burned Angelina)
but it's all in their head
the walls they need to climb
to live and love and be
that power outages
are not quite the end
of the world
How to start doin commissionsMore Like This
Edit: This tutorial covers aspects related only to your Deviantart gallery and Deviantart Journal. It has nothing to do with the Deviantart's newly implemented points commission system. You can take commissions without using that points system on Deviantart as long as you have paypal.
WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START
When you have enough watchers and people interested in your art.
When you have a closely-bounded community around your work/gallery
How many is enough I can't say for sure, because it depends on the community around you and your work. Some artists can live on one patron, others need to live on millions of them.
For DA, I would say typically around 20,000-40,000 pageviews, at least 40-50 watchers on your DA is best before you start considering taking commissions, (because out of that 40-50, you may have 1 person willing to pay, a safer bet is 100 people.) however, if your gallery has explosiv
Texas Passes the Abortion BillRemember Wendy Davis's passionate filibuster that delayed the extremely limiting abortion bill in Texas? Sadly, the bill finally passed today. http://www.texastribune.org/2013/07/13/texas-abortion-regulations-debate-nears-climax/More Like This
While the bill is designed to upgrade abortion clinics to be "ambulatory surgical centers," the money needed to do so is up to the clinics themselves and if they can't meet the requirements, the clinic will naturally have to close. For example: a safe and clean abortion procedure originally would have cost around $540, but now would cost around $1,277. An average clinic costing around $90,000 a month to run and operate would be raised to $137,000 a month. This forced upgrade (along with repeated refusals from republicans to add amendments and exceptions to the bill) has led many to believe that the bill isn't really about helping clinics but a passive-aggressive way to force the clinics to close.
In a related news article, the DPS started searching people ente
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
ArtWhy does art need to be perfect?More Like This
Why throw rules on how to become a good artist onto us?
Why give us direction on how to do it right?
Why send us to the greatest artists for learning?
Why do we need the best learning to become good artists?
Cant we choose what we want to create, in the way we want to create it?
Our flaws is not a negative barrier.
Our flaws can create new and exiting things.
With our flaws we can create something no one else has created.
Only going for what is and looks natural is one of hundreds of paths.
And its not the only "right" one.
You have the choice to go all the paths.
There shouldnt be just a few to choose from, you make up your own.
Art isnt restricted and neither is your imagination.
Art doesnt need to be perfect to be amazing.
Mommy MommyMommy mommyMore Like This
Look at me
See what all I can be
Aren't you wowed
What can I do to make you proud
Please get out of bed
I'm tired mistaking you to be dead
Please don't cry
You and step daddy don't have to say good bye
Did I do good
I did the best that I could
I didn't mean to make you part
And make step daddy break your heart
No need for shame
I will take all the blame
Please don't date
It really is something that I hate
Don't leave me again
Can't you see I'm in so much pain
Please come back
Your heart has turned black
I don't want to watch the young one
Can't the dates be completely over and done
Are you even my mom anymore
Because you just seem like an uncaring whore
I hope you're happy
Because you've lost me
The Purpose of Life.The purpose of life is not to find peace.More Like This
The purpose of life is not to be successful.
The purpose of life is not to find harmony.
The purpose of life is not to be rich.
The purpose of life is a problem.
The problem takes a lifetime to solve, and you must be patient in finding the answer. Sometimes you may not even find the answer; but that doesn't mean to give up.
The purpose of life is simpler than you think; it is only to live life and to pass on the message that life is worth living for, even without trying purposely to find that ONE specific purpose;
You do not mindlessly live for one thing; you live for all and many.
WHAT AM I!?!ツンデレ Tsundere (Harsh Outside-Gentle Inside)More Like This
[x] You come off as sort of aloof to some people.
[ ] In public, you intentionally refrain from showing too much weakness
[x] You have a secret obsession with something cute.
[x] You pretend that you hate your crush even though you really love him/her.
[x] You blush when people point out your sensitivities.
[x]You blush when people tell sexual jokes.
ヤンデレ Yandere (Gentle Outside-Harsh Inside)
[x] You're very sweet and kind in public.
[ ] When romance becomes a topic of discussion, people say your personality changes drastically.
[x] You know some sort of martial art, swordplay, or otherwise.
[x] You have a crush who you'd literally kill for.
[ ] You have a pet-peeve that makes you snap.
[ ] Schizophrenic?
メガネっ娘 Meganekko (Girl/Guy-with-Glasses Character)
[x] You have glasses.
[x] You are always cl
I am sooo bored...001. Real Name: Victoria Grace (This part, I'm a little uncomfortable about so...)More Like This
002. Nickname[s]: (Little) Flower, Cteimway, Cteim, Darcy, Cary
003. Zodiac Sign: Aries
004. Male or Female: Female
005. Nursery School: Didn't go :/
006. Primary School: HAHA! I don't have to tell you shit! ....it was a public school...
007. Secondary School: ...Catholic School...
008. Hair Colour: Brown
009. Long or Short: Short
010. Loud or Quiet: Depends where and who with
011. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans
012. Phone or Camera: ....I'm supposed to choose!?
013. Health Freak: no, I am positive I will end up fat...
014. Drink or Smoke: not really, a drink here and the
Educate.Begin to educate your children well at a young age.More Like This
They begin to take in your knowledge at an age of three. I didn't have anyone to educate me, so I want to bring this to you.
I want to tell you that bringing your positive knowledge to someone else, or your children will brighten you, and brighten them. When you become older and wiser:
They say, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." for a reason.
Be happy, and bring that positive attitude somewhere else. Find your purpose in life to seek happiness; it's not far away if you just look a little farther.
Bring up a smile, and give that person a sun to their dusk.
Love Has FailedLove Has FailedMore Like This
Someone explain love.
Why do we love?
Why do we depend on another's acceptance of our faults, and label it as love?
I never understood love very much.
I didn't understand heartbreak.
Just means you're closer to finding the person meant for you, right?
I just discovered; you can feel heartbreak without dating the person.
Or ever seeing them face to face.
Or being in the same country as them.
How does that work?
How can you not know someone, but know them enough to love them?
Okay with being single.
Let's rephrase, shall we?
Okay with being alone.
How does that work?
How can you not ever have someone to talk to, and be fine with that?
How was I?
How was I fooling myself for the longest time that I liked being alone?
But I fail.
Love fails me.
Every guy that might be good for me is one or more of the following:
-lives on the other side of the world
-way too old/young
In legend it says that Greek gods,
I will note that this is not my
UnmaskIn my own strange language, I am singing it to youMore Like This
Through my old self's new words, I will stain my own canvas
With my smiling paintbrush, I will paint it with no hue
In order to find the price to end this selfish mass
As the dusk arrives to hide the colors of the sky
My faceless self passes by the monochrome of real
The caring words they say turn my world into a lie
But I will look forward for the dawn where I can feel
The sun rises and I have awaken the anger
The siren's voice began to hum its own melody
A euphoria that I cannot hold any longer
It is a step closer for the perfection of me
I keep on receiving the crowded daylight's blessing
A guardian angel of death became the host of mind
My lazy eyes opened in the middle of raining
I watched the world being killed by our own supreme kind
I will resurrect the dead again at any cost
I must save my spirit that is left for them to grind
I have to show my numb hands the blood that I have lost
This is my last chance to remove myself from
I am the mighty Jaguar/Lion!! Liguar??CHEETAHMore Like This
 You love the summer
[ ] You hate getting wet
[x] You have a keen sense of smell
 You stick mostly with your close family
[ ] You enjoy running at anytime
[ ] You love patterns of polka dots
[x] You are very fast
[x] You're tired all the time and love to sleep.
 You have long hair (I'm growing it out....)
[x] You like to go under a tree for shade on a hot day
[x] You're usually lazy and you sit down at least 8 hours of the day
[x] You have a short temper.
[x] You're sometimes competitive.
[x] your favorite colors are either Gold, red or orange (Red, like the color of my enemies blood..Hehehe)
[x] You're very quick footed
[x] You easily can climb anything
[x] You like to hide your personal things
[x] You're so quiet that sometimes people don't realize you're even there.
[x] You enjoy the night
 you're great at jumping
 your favorite color is yellow, and or black
 You're a loner
 You're very flexible you enjoy both cold
Friend Code4270 - 1546 - 7374More Like This
Add me :3
I have Pokemon X
I havent played much, been working a lot more XD
An Ode to Jim Butcher(Part the First: Enter Harry Dresden)More Like This
JRR we see your Gandalf and raise you a 44.
Harry Dresden ain't afraid to start a war.
The Red Court Vampires thought they won.
Harry burned their house down and killed every one.
If I don't know your secrets, my skull Bob finds them out.
Don't mind me while I trade him a Harlequin so he'll come out.
I'll says I'm not good at making magic flash-bang.
But if I say "Forzare!" You'll know your bell just rang.
My Padawan likes Star Trek and has a thing for wild hair
Molly can pick your brain and walk away without knowing she was there.
So if you're in Chicago, you can find me in the book.
Because I'm the only wizard in the Yellow Pages. Take a look.
Harry Dresden finds lost objects, no love potions please.
A Warden of the Council, for all your Arcane Needs.
Little DresdenHa! Thomas was finally asleep! Now I Had a chance of getting the beer that he had kept away from me for the past two days. Not that I rely wanted one but you have to admit that when you are not allowed to do something it is funner to do it then; then when it is allowed. Because I have refused to wear the pink girls slippers I now walked across the floor in white lacy stockings Thomas insisted I wear.More Like This
"Just you wait..." I muttered as my feet shuffled over the carpet. I looked up at the fridge, inside I knew Thomas was keeping Mac's brew. If only I could reach the handle... I stretched my arm up as far as I could but I couldn't reach it. Surely I hand't been this short as a kid. This time I jumped for the Fridge handle but my miniature hand hardly brushed it.
"Shit," I cursed in my kid voice. That only made my mood worse; nothing I said now sounded dramatic anymore. Bob had been no help, he didn't know how to turn me back to my regular age or at least didn't try very hard to. But maybe h