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damn..the tears streak down my faceMore Like This
at a relentless pace
my hearts beats fast and true
i knew it would be you
i'm shaking so bad
i'm always so sad
this is killing me
not setting me free
i just want to die
but yet i won' try
i know i belong here
not up there
i'm a guardian angle to some
but not my special one
can i? please?can i just die under a rock? i feel as if a steak has been driven through my chest..More Like This
Dear Jack Frost...There is only one thing I want this year,More Like This
So, please, lend me your ear
I'm not interested in kisses under the mistletoe,
I really just want a ground covered in snow
A white Christmas, my dear Jack, is all that I need,
Not boxes with bows or a Christmas tree;
No, my desire is much simpler,
To give way to a sparkling new year,
Just cover my town with ice and frost,
A gift that really has no real cost.
Because I miss the snowflakes and the biting cold,
This warmth and rain is truly getting old.
So, please, grant my wish this year
And fill my December with holiday cheer.
ASHGANDFNALAFRGAH, I have Jack Frost invading my sketchbook! I can't seem to stop drawing him or even Rapunzel for that matter! My god she's so pretty... Oh my god, and the fact I feel attracted to the fact of Jack with Pitch too??? :icononionfailplz: I'm filled with so many feelings!!!More Like ThisBut my biggest question is... Should I post it all..? I'm literally going onto page 6 of drawing anything Rise of the Guardians related... AAAHHH!!! I want to draw TMNT and Avengers too though... :icontearfulplz: OMG Rise of the Guardians was so beautiful!!! :iconcannotevenplz:
hmm, food for thoughtwant to commit suicide? let's think about thisMore Like This
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you're mother/brother/sister/father finds you. Be it hanging or with blood everywhere, they stare in shock. they start to weep. they feel their heart wrenched out of their chest.then they face telling the others. how would your parents react? your grandparents? sibling? every factor in your best friend? imaging the heartache you'd cause. just think about that.
I HATEI hate RACISMMore Like This
I hate HOMOPHOBIA
I hate SEGREGATION
I hate WAR
I hate BULLIES
I hate AGEISM
I hate DISABLEISM
I hate LINGUICISM
I hate SEXISM
I hate TRANSPHOBIA
I hate EMPLOYMENT DISCRIMINATION
I hate RELIGIOUS DISCRIMINATION
I hate RACIAL SEGREGATION
I hate SLAVERY
I hate STEREOTYPING
I hate PREJUDICE
I hate GENOCIDE
I hate ADULTISM
I hate CHILD ABUSE
I hate WOMAN ABUSE
I hate POVERTY
I hate ALCOHOLISM
I hate UNEMPLOYMENT
I hate PEER PRESSURE
I hate CONSCRIPTION
I hate DRUG ABUSE
I hate IGNORANCE
I hate a lot of things... but does that make me a bad person?
Fuck offI hide my scarsMore Like This
But still I want
Someone to find them
And help me out.
A silent cry
Scream for help
I don't know what to do
I'm fucking lost.
Starving myself
Really don't know why
For others to notice?
Or to feel beautiful inside?
Blood and bones
Butterflies and scars
Pale and thin
We're born to die.
Be freeicy grip on my heartMore Like This
tearing me apart
fake smiles and laughs
real tears
rembered fears
won't shake
won't hide
stand tall
chin up
head high
Defy.
That Girl In The MirrorHappiness will remain forever out of reachMore Like This
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit
Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild
Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire
So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a façade of self control?
Please be strong
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho
I'm fineYou say I don't understand youMore Like This
and I probably don't
But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?
Are you okay?
I'm fine...
Really?
Are you?
How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear
Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
including yourself
including me
Just don't tell me lies
I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall
I can't help you
unless you help me first
Help me understand
even if I never truly will
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for
Mommy MommyMommy mommyMore Like This
Look at me
See what all I can be
Mommy mommy
Aren't you wowed
What can I do to make you proud
Mommy mommy
Please get out of bed
I'm tired mistaking you to be dead
Mommy mommy
Please don't cry
You and step daddy don't have to say good bye
Mommy mommy
Did I do good
I did the best that I could
Mommy mommy
I didn't mean to make you part
And make step daddy break your heart
Momma momma
No need for shame
I will take all the blame
Momma Momma
Please don't date
It really is something that I hate
Momma Momma
Don't leave me again
Can't you see I'm in so much pain
Momma Momma
Please come back
Your heart has
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might tak
he loves me he loves me notMore Like This
He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
Take on petal at a time,
and drop it to the ground.
Repeating these words again and again.
He loves me.
As the last petal drops,
it's a love me not.
Your heart stops beating a minute,
then you crack a smile,
Grab a new flower and begin again.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
He loves me,
he loves me not.
Take one petal at a time,
and drop it to the ground.
Whispering he loves me.
Which is it really?
Flowers are indicisive just as boys are.
One minute he loves you,
and the next he never did.
Just pick one already,
i can't wait forever.
He loves me,
he loves me
dead girl walkingI'm a dead girl walking.More Like This
A corpse that breathes.
My head's full of flies.
My hair's full of weeds.
My bloodshot eyes no longer see.
My colorless skin is peeling free.
I cannot think.
I cannot feel.
Yet I continue to walk on this never ending wheel.
KindergartenMore Like This
I lost my Nationalism today when
a man shot Twenty Kindergartners down.
The media went mad, news wrong since then,
last Murder decades ago for this town.
There was appreciation in Nine Eleven,
a sense of Fear and Awe for all the Death,
Virginia Tech and Nineteen Twenties, then
if things were Fixed, no Four-Year-Old last breath.
You look at other foreign countries, Ten
gun accidents to our Ten Thousand more
and this does not get fixed because some men
want "Freedom" buying Weapons at the store.
When Twenty-Seven Die in Schoolhouse Halls,
my Faith, America, is first to Fall.
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
We Have ChangedYou’ve changedMore Like This
I understand that now.
You’re not the person that I once loved,
And that’s okay.
I never wanted you to change,
But you did anyway.
I guess I should have expected it,
But I never wanted to accept it.
I understand that everyone changes,
But I didn’t know that then.
I have changed, and you have changed.
Go ahead and be him,
Be the person that you want to be
Because I’m alright with it now.
Before I couldn’t deal with the new you,
But now I can
Because I’m not the same girl I was back then.
So it`s alright that you have changed,
Because I have too.
It`s alright if you`re different now
ReachHelp, I’m drowning in a sea of confusion.More Like This
Lately I’ve been reaching out,
But all I grasp is the illusion.
Can someone help me shine a light?
I don’t know what I’m thinking tonight..
I want to care, but I just can’t.
I want to breathe but I just drown.
I'm Not That Girl AnymoreYou know that girl you use to love,More Like This
Well she grew up.
She's different now,
And has a lot more going for her.
She's more confident in herself,
She believes in herself,
She had to overcome so much
To be who she is now.
That broken fragile girl is stronger now,
She's able to smile,
And mean it.
She is able to be happy
When she wasn't before.
She was lonely on the inside,
And she didn't know who she could be.
That girl that grew up,
And changed has become a better person.
She's always smiling,
She's always happy,
So don't you worry about her now
Because she is just fine.
I'm not that girl you use to love,
I grew up and chang
For My Valentine...She walked through the pastures, alone, her blue dress clinging to her body like an otherworldly tapestry. Looking around her, she took in the scenery. Everything was peaceful. Animals grazed and kept watch over their young as they played, the trees shone brilliantly in the fading sunlight, and the cooling breeze played with her long, black hair, softly blowing it behind her. This area was ideal for what she sought to do.More Like This
Before she began, she took a deep breath to center herself and closed her eyes for a few moments…
It was here that I happened to see her. Instantly, I was taken aback by her radiant beauty and the aura of calm that shone off of her. So as not to disturb her, I remained where I was, watching by the trees silently.
After a few moments, her eyes flashed open with a bright, blue glow and she began to sing. Her voice was incredible and like noting I had ever heard before or would ever hear again. As she sung, I found myself quietly singing along with her, even thoug
I will...I will hold your hand through the good and the bad,More Like This
I will wipe every tear from your eyes when you’re sad.
Though you’ll tear me apart,
I will give you my heart.
I will love you with everything I’ve got,
Even if you just use me and then leave me to rot.
What Happened to Her?What happened to her?More Like This
What happened to the girl she used to be?
She became someone different.
She let go of the old her
And she became someone else.
She became the girl, who wore make-up,
She became the girl, who wanted to be pretty all the time,
She became the girl, who cared about how she looked,
And cared about what others thought of her.
But most of all she became the girl she said she would never be.
Maybe she has changed for the better,
And maybe she didn’t.
Let’s just hope she knows what she getting herself into.
Since she has started to change
She has felt so much better.
She feels like she belongs,
And she finally fee
We Lost Each OtherI regret the day that I lost you.More Like This
I should have tried harder,
I should have made more effort,
But you should have too.
We both loved each other,
But I guess not trying resulted in us
Losing the person we loved the most.
I've never loved someone so much
Until the day I met you.
Maybe if we had tried harder
We would still be together.
But at the same time
If we have stayed together
Then we wouldn’t have met other people.
We wouldn’t have gotten the chance
To fall in love with someone else.
We wouldn’t have gotten the chance to let go
And learned to start over
Even though we lost each other,
We gain so much knowledge from
Living Through Your WordsI was living through your words.More Like This
I couldn’t speak,
I didn’t know how to.
Everything I ever knew, I learned from you.
But this time is different,
This time I call the shots,
I’m the one in charge.
This is my life, not yours,
And I won't let you bring me down
Ever again.
I'm not her anymore,
So stop trying to suck me back in.
I won’t let you control my life.
That broken girl is gone,
And I won’t let her come back.
There is a reason why she’s in the past.
Yeah I’ve changed,
But I changed for the better.
So don’t bother with the old me,
She isn’t here any longer.
I was living through you
StrengthAfter everything that she has been through,More Like This
She finally feels her strongest.
She feels like nothing can bring her down,
And for the first time she’s happy about who she is.
She no longer thinks that she is useless.
When she looks in the mirror
She sees someone who is pretty
Rather than ugly.
It took her awhile to get where she is now,
But she is forever grateful for the obstacles in her life
That made her strong.
Her new found strength
Makes her feel like she can do anything
And she can be anything that she wants.
She is finally the girl that she wanted to be,
But finding that girl took a little while
And took a lot of pain and hea
She Always Had LoveShe has made mistakes in the past,More Like This
But considering everything in her life hasn’t always been great.
She isn't evil, heartless, or selfish,
She’s so shy and closed off because of everything in her life.
All her life she's felt like a disappointment,
She’s always felt second best; she's been deprived of love,
She spent years completely alone.
So don’t blame her for being who she is.
Some people aren’t meant to be saints or angels.
Some people have darkness in them,
And most people have a past that they are not proud of.
They are equally as good, bad, selfish and selfless as each other.
However when it came to hi
Dear Santa"Dear Santa"More Like This
All I really want for Christmas
As I peer down on homes from above
Is to let the ones I know
Especially the ones I love
That I want them to be happy
And grateful with their friends
Enjoy time with their families
And for enemies to make amends
I want to see everyone gather around tables
And let others know how much they are treasured
I want their messages to come from the heart
I want to see everyone pleasured
I want to see children open their gifts
As their parents and siblings smile and gaze
I want to see loved ones kissed
And let it snow for days and days
I want others to have what I never had
On Christmas no
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedMore Like This
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
If I kiss youWhat if I kiss you?More Like This
What if I pull you close?
And whisper you the truth
Will you say “I love you”?
Because you shine light into this dark room
I wish I could turn the whole world to slow-mo
Just so I could see this beautiful flower bloom
Maybe then you’d see how much you mean to me
I go on my days with my heartfelt thoughts
Warmth is what you’ve brought into my feather heart
And all of this just feels like the start
I know that one day, we will never be set apart
Yeah I'm Stupid!Yeah I'm Stupid!:More Like This
Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to — as they say in slang —
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?
-
Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme — rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Str
Are You?I'm sorry,More Like This
that I'm not
beautiful.
I'm not a supermodel.
Are you?
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
funny.
I'm not a comedian.
Are you?
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
mature.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
talented.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
good enough
or,
loving enough...
or,
smart enough.
I'm not perfect.
Are you?
GuiltA guilty conscience to eat away,More Like This
That guilty look to drive you insane,
One guilty thought to wrack your brain,
That lingering thought of, "what to I say",
One more blow when I feel like this,
One more time I try to dismiss,
Once again I feel at risk,
Of suffocation within the abyss,
All around me is but a blur,
I hold my stomach, as I feel it turn,
I'm in the hot seat, watch me squirm,
I think to myself, "when will I learn",
Life before me runs through my mind,
There's no where left, for me to hide,
"Don't you think it's more than time,
To end this guilt that eats you alive?",
no wonder it took him 1455 pageswhen i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.More Like This
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and de
End Game!!!http://k007.kiwi6.com/hotlink/xd9us4t4vz/oh_student_and_teacher_affection_-_naruto_ost_3.mp3More Like This
The game of minds is a difficult task
Even when you hide behind a mask
Friendships can be easily made
But just one wrong choice and they will fade
It can be fixed but the bond wont be strong
And all we can say is where did it go wrong
Those that play jokes like to merely taunt
They have no idea who it haunts
Not a thought nor wonder crosses their mind
Makes you wonder are they really kind
Happiness can be easily lost
No one cares no matter the cost
Sadness consumes you while you lie and wait
By the time they care it's far too late
The game doesn't end not a pause nor halt
While we continue to say its the other's fault
This game is boring, I'm done, I'm through
I hope you feel the same way too
Honesty and trust will destroy the past
If you want this friendship to still last
Silence and pride are tearing us apart
Maybe it's time we made a fresh start
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.More Like This
Again.
Again.
Again.
Stop.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
"A little."
Punch your own stomach.
Harder.
Harder.
Does it hurt yet?
Yes.
Keep going.
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
Stare.
Cry.
Scream.
Stop.
Keep staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
"Nothing."
"Emotional freak."
I'm just depressed.
"Sorry."
Stare at your arms.
Your stomach.
Your waist.
Your thighs.
"What are you doing?"
I'm ugly.
"Never mind."
"Attention seeker."
I just have low self esteem.
"I'm sorry."
Cuts.
Scars.
Tears.
Emotions.
"Emo."
"Scene girl."
"Psycho."
I'm just human
LiarHe lied to herMore Like This
It was not because he had done anything wrong
Nor was it the fact that her eyes were blue
And it turned him on
He was not in love
She was not a cliche or a soul mate
It was simple
He lied, because he could
It was easy to spin tales that she believed were true
She was naive and stupid
And would do what he said
Because he said it so eloquently and he seemed infallible
Like the devil back when he was just
Lucifer bringer of light
He lied
Because he was bored and she was easy
He just wanted to get laid
FireThey twist and weave, these threads of flameMore Like This
Turning wood to wisps of smoke
The embers are impossible to tame
And yet harder to cut life and choke
The inferno is a beast running unchecked
Searing what we cannot protect
The blaze cuts through, turning beauty to soot
Transforming treasure into ash
Nothing of value is left to loot
Useless for nothing but the trash
What was once pure white
Turns as black as charcoal
What once shined with light
Has now lost its soul
The remnants smolder, then burn once again
The power of fire has taken its toll
And That's Wrong.You're fat.More Like This
Or maybe you're
Anorexic...
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're ugly.
Or maybe you're
Fake...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're quiet.
Or maybe you're
Obnoxious...
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
You're you.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
Well.
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
England x Chubby!Reader - Just the right size. Insecurities are what we all have and today, anyone can blow up someone's heart and confidence with just a mere phrase. We don't have perfect bodies at all and even when someone is truly beautiful, that person will have to pass through A LOT to consider themselves pretty. So, self-confidence is, nowadays, hanging on a cord.More Like This
That's what made this episode to happen. A few girls in school where feeling all up and mighty and started to point out everybody's imperfections but their owns, of course. That's when, sadly, you got blown up. Walking calmly inside the building just getting ready for your next period which consisted of literature,
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty
Role Models"Role Models"More Like This
There was once a young sibling who admired his older brother.
Though they came from different dads, they shared the same mother.
The younger brother wanted to emulate the older brother in every way
From baseball cards to video games, morning, night, and day.
This little boy followed his older brother around
To batting cages, arcades, and all over town.
He ordered the same foods and drank the same drinks.
He wore the same hats and thought the same things.
The older brother knew he had the power to influence
And in no way did he consider his brother a nuisance.
In fact, he greatly enjoyed setting the lessons
Like a preacher ed
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven ThailandMore Like This
You walk up to America's old hat and reach your hand inside. You felt around for a moment until something very strange brushed across your fingers. Try as you might you couldn't guess what it was. You pulled it out of the hat and still didn't know what it was. It was an oblong object, covered in some sort of spiky hair that ranged from red to green. It looked like it might be a type of food. After looking at the object for a moment you gave up. "Would someone like to tell me what's in my hand please?"
"Um, I can tell you, that's my item." Thailand walked up to you and took whatever it was from your hand. "You really haven't ever se
Hetalia AustriaxClarinetist!Reader- I Call It BandMore Like This
“Guten Morgen, Fräulein.”
“Boungiorno, bella!”
“Ohayou, _____-san.”
“Morning,” I replied to all three as I walked into the kitchen. I stood by Ludwig in front of the stove to get myself some breakfast, having to bump hips with him to get him to move over. I smiled at the scowl that crossed his face. I sat down at the table, raising my eyebrows at who was sitting across from me. “Well, hey there, sleeping beauty. What are you doing up so early?”
Roderich rolled his eyes and took another bite of his sausage. “I’m always awake at this time, _____. You’re the o
BttxDepressed!Reader: Part 4More Like This
Previously, after having a meet-up with 2P!Alfred, he finds out that you don't have any memories of when he attacked you, you went off to your first period class, history, with the BTT escorting you, then silently vowing to leave you be after that. Not paying attention in class, you finally zapped back into consciousness when the teacher started assigning what the groups for the end of the year history project would be. Unfortunately, to your utter disappointment, it turns out to be three of the people you would have least want to partner up with. The bad touch trio.
A/n: I didn't mention earlier that the history project is a big 'End of th
FrancexReader: Meaning*Translations are in the artist's comments!More Like This
She couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if he was simply messing around with her, as he often did. His eyes had a desperate glint, his lips were pulled into a nervous line—but then, he'd always been good at acting in various ways to get what he wanted, though the last thing she'd expected him to feign was insomnia.
"Come on, Francis," she said, giving him a doubtful look. She folded her arms across her chest and studied his anxious expression, trying to gauge its genuineness. "You're not really having trouble falling asleep, are you? Don't you usually sleep like a log?"
"J'ai eu un cauchema
I'd Be Pretty If I'd Just...I'd be pretty if I'd just smileMore Like This
If I'd cut my hair a certain way
And cover myself up in that chemical crap you call make-up
But did you ever think that just maybe...
I don't wanna be pretty
That I just wanna be me
Who cares if no one ever calls me beautiful
Who cares if I'm never asked to dance
Hell I don't even know how to dance anyway
I don't care how the world sees me
I only care how I see me
And I think there's nothing wrong with the girl in the mirror
Sure she doesn't smile much but that's cause she's going through hell
Her face may look plain without any make-up
But that's just the way I like it
An old pair
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Trollface has been wreaking havoc across deviantART! But worry not: his pranks are of the light-hearted variety. Come with us on a magical journey to learn where he came from and where he's going, in a world seen through the eyes...of a Trollface.
Over the years, deviantART has been host to the best of
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that took the Internet by storm and even appeared in commercials, to
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Robert Rodriguez Presents Project Green ScreenMore Like This
Submissions are now closed!
Thanks to everyone that uploaded their films, submitted their Tweets, created their own unique monsters, and submitted their missing person photos! The film Two Scoops will truly be a collaborative project filled with creative input from all over the world. Relive the journey by watching the documentary videos below and stay tuned as Robert chooses which collaborative elements to include in Two Scoops!
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What is your all-time favorite Robert Rodriguez film?
Once Upon A Time In Mexico
Spy Kids
Grindhouse
Canvas sizes - inches and dpi and pixelsThis is a sort of guide on canvas sizes, inches, dpi and pixel x pixels.More Like This
when it came to canvas sizes, I always kind of assumed that inches belonged with dpi and pixels were just pixels and that everyone knew that; but i read a whole bunch of comments on a tumblr blog where someone asked about canvas sizes, and SO MANY people were replying with things such as, "4000x4000 px at 300 dpi" or "2000x2000 px at 200dpi".
and I guess not everyone quite understands what dpi's really used for xD.
DPI = Dots per Inch. It means how many dots will be printed per inch.
DPI is actually used for printing purposes. It shows the printer how much pixels to print per inch, literally. A common printer (at home or even at a lot of printing stores) at best prints at 150dpi most of the time actually; there are some super duper great printers that can print REALLY fine that can go up to ...apparently a lot more xD; #dpi, so that's why everyone usually suggests saving your project at 300dpi; most printers are f
The New Street Photographer's ManifestoFebruary 7, 2013/by $techgnoticMore Like This
Street photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson called it the “decisive moment”— the captured instant when all the photograph’s elements come together to tell a story in a way a text narrative of thousands of words could never begin to. It is what hooks people, both practitioners and advocate-devotees, on the art form. It is uniquely completely immersive in life— step out into the streets— in which the moment of artistic epiphany can never be guessed at until it suddenly happens. When it is properly mastered, it is as pure as the dawn of each new day, as true as the living organism of a teeming street scene catching a breath as one.
It's no easy task to pull a book together for publication and "The New Street Pho
Realm of Fantasy, The Anatomy of a GroupDecember 7, 2012by $techgnotic#Realm-of-Fantasy →More Like This
Realm of Fantasy
The Anatomy of a Group
The grey dressby *sakimichan
The special kind of dedication, spirit and discipline devoted to the assembly and construction of a successful Group within the vast technicolor ocean of artworks, artists and art appreciators that is deviantART might very well be the experiential epitome of what it is to be a part of the deviantART journey. From the very first conception, through the ten thousandth practical step, ^alltheoriginalnames and his cadre of steadfast partners in artful curation have built a virtual sanctuary of the fantastical— #Realm-of-Fantasy. Housing the largest and most significant collection of exceptional fantasy ar
Love the Stache!Hi everyoneMore Like This
Movember is quickly coming to a close and the shave-off events are eagerly awaited by our Mo'Bros who have suffered through all sorts of mo-mishaps over the last 28 days. For those of you that have participated, I thank you and ask you to make the last two days really count and reach out to your friends and families for those last minute donations.
For the rest of you, I am making this final push on behalf of all of the deviantART Sta.sh teams to request that you reach into your pockets and make a donation, regardless of how big or small, to the Movember effort. I realize how hard this may be considering you're likely broke after Black Friday and Cyber Monday, but should you find a dollar or two - we would greatly appreciate your donation
The amount isn’t important, every little bit helps Movember continue its funding of world-class programs. If you want to know more about what you’ll be helping to fund, you can visit
Dessert Of Your DreamsMore Like This
Having It
Both Ways
Is it better to possess a thing of beauty, or to experience the ultimate consummation of oneness with that beautiful thing by actually consuming it... and being left only with the memory of its beauty? Leave it up to our deviantARTists to think of a way to have it both ways – but left over as a feast for the eyes, preserved eternally on the digital planes of deviantART.
The Grinch
by ~ArteDiAmore
Craft, design, and artistry as applied to the most delicious and sinful of the culinary disciplines rises forth as we shine warming a light on this small but incredibly skilled serving of artists within the deviantART community. In an effort to taste all of the communities within deviantART, let
Odyssey Propulsion 4Artists, Writers, Poets. Through artistry and words command and focus this intense narrative for the final two chapters of our story to be published next year. Best selling author *CliveBarker will continue to guide us through the final passages and incredible visuals as we head toward the end of our story. Join the Collaboration!More Like This
Is Paul’s final scream the sound of his soul being released?
Can he have an existence outside of his corporeal being, outside “nothingness?”
Or is this spectral plane the only reality to the trusted – the only viewing platform offering a truly objective view?
ONLY TWO(!!!) chapters left, and still we don’t know the possible parameters of the alien invasion. Obviously, in chapter 7, being the penultimate piece of storytelling, all consequences and secret alignments of forces must be revealed. And the set-up for the gut-grating, mind-mulching clim
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
"I want to be a better artist."This is a sentiment I hear often on dA. It's usually followed by a question regarding how one should go ABOUT becoming a better artist.More Like This
I've no doubt made journals like this in the past, but here's another one. This page was in dire need of an update, either way. : )
I could probably talk your ear off for a mile and a half about why I should be the last person you ask for creativity-boosting advice. Aaaand I have my reasons for this, but that's not really what anyone who writes me wants to hear, I think. It's just a fair warning. I'm not an accredited teacher, I was far from the most capable person at my college, I've made a metric crapton of mistakes, and I am nowhere near where I'd like to be in my own personal artistic endeavors. If that doesn't bother you, well, keep on reading!
The best way I could aid anyone interested in bettering themselves would probably be by giving you the advice that inspires me the most. Stuff I've heard from frie
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.More Like This
Again.
Again.
Again.
Stop.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
"A little."
Punch your own stomach.
Harder.
Harder.
Does it hurt yet?
Yes.
Keep going.
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
Stare.
Cry.
Scream.
Stop.
Keep staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
"Nothing."
"Emotional freak."
I'm just depressed.
"Sorry."
Stare at your arms.
Your stomach.
Your waist.
Your thighs.
"What are you doing?"
I'm ugly.
"Never mind."
"Attention seeker."
I just have low self esteem.
"I'm sorry."
Cuts.
Scars.
Tears.
Emotions.
"Emo."
"Scene girl."
"Psycho."
I'm just human
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho
Already DeadI sit on the ground,More Like This
And steady my head.
It doesn't really matter.
I'm already dead.
I turn my arm up,
About to begin.
The voices are silenced
As the blade digs in.
First there's a pinch
Then the blood starts to explore.
Forming little red beads,
It soon starts to pour.
I laugh at the sight.
My arm starts to burn.
The monsters inside are dying,
And they start to squirm.
The feeling goes away.
There's a pounding in my head.
There's no hope for me.
I'm already dead.
If I DiedWhat would you do if I died tomorrow?More Like This
Would you sit there and weep and sorrow?
Would you simply waste away the day?
Or would you tell yourself it would be okay?
Would you hold a picture of me close to your chest?
Or would you come and see me to pay your respect?
Would you listen to a song that brought me to mind?
Or would you go out and comit a crime?
Would you try your best to go on with life?
Or in grief, slit your wrist with a knife?
Would you light a candle every year on the day I died?
Or would you simply say "I miss you, and I wish you were here by my side"?
How are you?"Hey! How are you?"More Like This
I'm bad,
Tired,
Hurt,
Depressed,
Alone,
Stressed,
Regretful,
Disconcerting,
Frozen to the core,
Broken,
Ready to cry some more,
Lonely,
Crushed,
Cold,
Life is just rushed...
Defeated,
In so much pain,
Feeling cheated,
Life has no gain,
Not good enough,
Worthless,
Life is just so rough,
A failure,
No one could care less,
Sorry for complaining so much,
Sorry for being selfish and such,
"I'm fine, thanks for asking! And how are you?"
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty
Digital CameraIn this digital screenMore Like This
Is a picture of your face
You look so pretty and happy
Forever and always
I click the arrow over
And the camera shows a slide
It’s you and me together
But also that other guy
He always made me angry
I never liked him around
I screamed and fought with you
Which only brought us down
The photo changes again
But this time only us
We’re holding hands together
In the park out by the bus
I remember that night clearly
And the picture changed once more
It was like it was yesterday
That I found you on the floor
I screamed out your name
And tried to find my phone
But my hands were shaking badly
And I felt complet
I Can't WriteI can't sleep.More Like This
Reality is a nightmare I can't escape.
I can't eat.
Food lost its flavor long ago.
I can't think.
Voices are too loud.
I can't breathe.
Air became toxic.
I can't live.
Life is no longer possible.
Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.More Like This
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
Faster.
Faster.
"Are you okay?"
No.
"I'm fine."
Shut up.
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
Freeze.
Stare.
Laugh.
"What are you doing?"
Dying.
"Nothing."
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
"What's wrong?"
Please save me.
"Nothing."
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
Do it.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Nothing."
Laugh.
Smile.
Scream.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Dis
Funny SayingsAny law enacted with more than fifty words contains at least one loopholeMore Like This
Evil is live spelled backwards
God must love stupid people, he made so many of them
When all else fails, read the instuctions
"Push" is the force exerted upon the door marked "Pull"
What some people lack in intelligence, they make up in stupidity
There is a difference between an open mind and a hole in the head
The light at the end of the tunnel could turn out to be the headlight of an oncoming train
A watched pot never boils, unless you light the gas under it
If your parents don't have kids, odds are you won't either
Curiosity kills more mice than cats
Save
Song for an Alicorn (Mad World)All around me are the bowing ponies,More Like This
Snobbish phonies, ceremonies...
Celestia says that I'm a good ruler,
Glad I've fooled her, glad I've fooled her...
I take a walk around my empty palace,
Can't find solace, can't find solace...
My thoughts grow heavy and I look to the ground,
Why was I crowned? Why was I crowned...?
And I find it kind of somber, I find I disapprove,
The friends that I have made are all now bowed down at my hoof,
I don't know what to tell them, I don't know what to say,
When friendships become distant it's a very, very
Mad world........ Mad world.......
Appendages protruding from my backbone,
They feel tacked o
Stress Relief"Stress Relief"More Like This
I want to hang a punching bag in my room
And beat it repeatedly until
It leaves a mess that needs a broom
And there's no more stuffing filled
I want to bring a lighter to my face
And burn away my bloodshot eyes
So I can't witness self-disgrace
So I can't see who I despise
I want someone who I can drown
Until water encompasses their flesh
They must promise to bring me down
By rope our hands are tightly meshed
I want to be punched in the head so hard
I'm knocked back into yesterday
Just leave me laying in the dark
And maybe I'll forget my ways
I want to scream into my shirt
Until my lung capacity explodes
I'll continue unt
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.More Like This
Don't move.
Don't think.
Don't dream.
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't cry.
Don't laugh.
Don't smile.
Don't frown.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
Don't breathe.
Don't exist....
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
A Sight for Really Sore Eyes Sweet Apple Acres was cool this time of year and as usual Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were in a pranking mood. Normally, they would aim for Applejack, but this time they were targeting her older brother Big Macintosh. They had set a surprise for him on a path they knew he would take eventually. The prank was that once he hit a tripwire they had set up a pulled back branch would be released and hit him in the chest. For Pinkie and Rainbow it was set at face level, but Big Mac was taller not to mention that his yoke would protect him so he was not in danger. They only wanted to surprise or scare the quiet stallion. What happened was still a suMore Like This
TodayTodayMore Like This
is just another day
Just like other days
Today
I go to work at eight
Just like other days
Today
is a day with a name
Just like other days
Today
has a number of date
Just like other days
Today
I get a lunchbreak at twelve
Just like other days
Today
people go shopping
Just like other days
Today
people get angry over nothing
Just like other days
Today
people are sad for no reason
Just like other days
Today
you can tell someone you love him or her
Just like other days
Today
is just another day
Just like other days.
Unsure - Chapter 1More Like This
Unsure
Chapter One: This Feeling...
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The shy Pegasus fluttered to the ground onto the path leading up to her front door, exhausted after another long day living her life in the crazy little hick-town called Ponyville. She smiled as she thought about the place. Sure it was a little hick-town...but it was her little hick-town, and she loved it. As she slowly entered through her front door, any and all of the animals that had been sleeping peacefully in their homes and habitats inside awakened and flocked to her, awaiting their nightly feeding. She giggled lightly at the sight and headed into he
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every mon
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho
Envy"Did you know that George..."More Like This
"George is getting a lead role...."
"And then in class George said..."
That's all that was talked about while Gary was in school. Everybody talked about George and how he succeeded through high school. Why didn't anybody ever want to talk to him or about him?
George was still his best friend but he felt left out whenever he was off to the side when George was talking with his friends. He wished he weren't so shy, then everybody would want to talk to him like George.
Gary looked over at a crowd of people.
Those people were always talked about around school and the principal always had his eye on them.
Could that b
This Used to be our Bench I walked down the winding path, so narrow and so tedious to navigate, by myself. It was dark, but I knew the way well since you and I had been here many times before. As I made my way farther and farther down the path to my intended destination, I held the picture of you close to my chest. I felt raindrops start to fall down from the sky, but I did not quicken my pace. I only held your picture closer to me. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this walk, for it was the last time I knew I would walk down this path, our path ever again.More Like This
I had a hood I could’ve covered my hair with to keep myself dry, but I didn’t. You loved the rain
A Catastrophic SecretMelody knew she had to tell her friend, she couldn't hide any longer. The doctor's words were true about what was going to happen in the next few weeks. She kept her secret from her friend for over a year now and it this point it was getting so hard to even talk to her.More Like This
She had to talk to her today by the lake, there favorite place to spend time together.
As Melody waited by the shore of the lake she couldn't help but imagine her best friend's face when she would tell her the heartbreaking news. Would she cry or would she run away? She was the only person she never told about her situation because she didn't want to break her heart and make h
Mother's Dayby ZKBMore Like This
It’s Mother’s Day and I’m depressed. I don’t really know why, but my brother has this way of putting my mood off like no other human being. He always says the most terrible things, and he says them with the intention to hurt me. I know what he wants: he wants to push me to do something unforgiveable so that he can feel even prouder about his divine ability to keep our parents happy. Either that or he wants me to kill myself.
He always pretends in front of the rest of the family that he doesn't really mean the things he says, that I’m just paranoid. And of course, he says it with a smile on his face, as i
Best Friend Trouble? You know how you can talk and talk to someone but they don't hear you? You know how it feels when it's your best friend? It's every once in a while, right? No, wrong. It's every damn day. Day in and day out. "Hey, how's it going?" "I'm sorry, what'd you say?"More Like This
Having a conversation with yourself isn't as fun as everyone's makes it out to be. Especially when you're trying to make one with someone else. It's like talking to a stranger you don't like. It's like listening to wind but hearing nothing but silence. It's like drinking Coke but tasting Pepsi. It's wrong, all wrong, lumped in with your favorite food. It's being surrounded by the ones you love, but being all alone. And for me, it's normal.
Fall of the August MindFall of the August MindMore Like This
A fading sun watched over the bay from a grey sky. Stripes of shredded brown cloud were woven into the ashen cover and, hanging over the sea in the distance, was a black fog that stretched over the salty waves. The fog was a screen of airborne arsenic, toxic to touch and vile to observe. The sea under the fog was a rusted iron colour, brushed with beige foam lines and in the bay, the water was a soup of plastic fragments and algal slime. The algae formed a crusty, crumbly edge where the water met the gravel shore, and on the young beach were piles of poisoned seaweed, corroding metal sheets and stained plastic. A sour, acrid mist filled the air, a cloak of acid only slightly less damaging than the black fog that slept over the sea. The smell of sulphurous oceanic algae persisted everywhere and the coastal wind didn't help, only serving to push the intolerable stench further into the bare landscape of dead trees and dry, dusty brush. A dandru
Destiny's Chosen OnesWith a slight moan escaping her lips, that little request to the conscience to sleep for just another moment, a pair of bright, exotic eyes open and a little scowl erupts on the young girl’s brow. She sits up and looks around her, remembering again as she has every morning for the past year that this is where she lives now. Standing and stretching, she runs her long fingers through her short, pixie cut, chestnut brown hair and yawns. She wiggles her toes in the sand a bit and exits her makeshift home she constructed over the course of a month. It was held up on bamboo posts and the roof and walls were woven of long, leafy ferns andMore Like This
