Kind of tagged x3I just want to do this!More Like This
If you don't care: stop reading this
If you'd come to my funeral: favorite this
If you'd miss me: comment a heart
If your not scared: repost and see who your "real friends" are
I was kind of tagged by my friend :iconsurvivingextinction: x3
If I killed you:
 Watch your back tonight.
 Aww your so short and adorable!~
 Course, why wouldn't I?
 I can't...
 Maybe or maybe not- Don't know yet. (lol JK)
If we kissed:
 This wouldn’t happen.
 Oh disgusting.
 Again, again.
 Kiss you back.
 Slap/Push you away.
 Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
 Um no.
 I’m taken
 HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
Should you re-post this?:
 Yes. I want to send you one.
1. What animal/creature/pokemon you remind me of
2. What color I think best fits you
3. How I feel about you
4. Insult you:
5. My favorite OC of yours
6. What season you remind me of
7. Tell you wha
You May Say I'm An Artist...More Like This
I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was th
Collection: Fall LandscapesMore Like This
There’s something about the brilliant colors of the dying leaves of autumn that reflects the wonders and the sorrows of life. It’s as if by waking up each morning into this beautiful world of natural colors, we are being given our bittersweet reward for surviving another year on the planet. We are regaled with a brief seasonal ceremony of the turning of the leaves, nature’s gift for our eyes as a promise she will soon return after her yearly rest. And then it’s time to let winter’s grey pallor unfold over us in blankets of dark cold rain and bright brisk snows; we sleep, the autumn’s leaves having promised
Collection: Rainy DaysMore Like This
Storm clouds cover the sun and darken the skies. It is time for a time–out, a reminder of the insignificance of our troubles when set against the full fury of nature, a cleansing of the landscape’s abused palate, and maybe a light show to make up for any inconvenience.
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
– Langston Hughes