Usamages...Stock Use Rules!!!Journal and rules and stock and thanks for stopping by...More Like This
Hey, don't do anything I wouldn't do...and since I use other deviant's stock in my other account, I follow their rules like I hope you will follow mine. Rather simple really:
- Credit me on your dev.
- Note me on my account's front page, the stock may be deleted when year end packs are created.
- No reposts in 'specialized' stock accounts without permission.
- If all you're gonna do is apply a color overlay or filter...don't waste your time.
- Any use outside of DA is to be discussed first. Sketches are all good (even class assignments), and I'd like to see, if you feel it came out rather well.
- Prints have the green light...and you better appreciate any money I make for you.
- On requests, I make no promises, but what does it hurt to ask, eh.
- Please, no retouches. While a lot of work can go into a cosmetic retouch, I am not posting stock to see it shown back to me magazine ready.
And don't fo
ii.i don't know how many times we openMore Like This
scribble out our lifes
but i do know that
and i mean everything,
has happened. to build
to build us,
and who we are
were built upon fate.
[don't tear up that page darling, its only one of the
many that will be written by
Now BreatheThere are no constellations mapped across my skin and I am not a galaxy waiting for you to explore. There are no nebulae sprouting from my lungs and there is no stardust scattered in my veins. I am more than that, I am more than molecules that have re-arranged themselves into the vastness of the universe. I do not need you to tell me that I wear a circlet of comets because I am beautiful and because my gravity attracts celestial objects.More Like This
I need you to tell me to breathe, to remember that each breath is a small start to hope. My own lungs implore me, keep breathing, keep going. You are worthy, you are worthy. I would not house life if you were not worthy. There will be no shifting of the planet's rotation as I fly by, there will be no change in air pressure when I settle. I am small. I am small, but I am so much more than the space I take up. You need to realize and recognize the signs of my sadness, the curve of my happiness, and the ferocity of my passion.
Stardust isn't dappled into
A message to the brokenYou drown yourselfMore Like This
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's okay to be imperfectThe moonMore Like This
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stopMore Like This
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Behind the pretty faceI had such a pretty face.More Like This
Or at least, that was what they told me when I posted my picture.
I have to admit that I rarely post my face online. Not so much for privacy's sake (I don't have the illusion of privacy, with the NSA around) but more because I've never liked taking pictures pictures. Back in the time, I was probably one of the few young girls that wasn't fond on making selfies, and therefore often had ID's showing either my back, my drawing equipment, or just a drawn image of me. The reason I posted a picture, was because it was for a good cause. An issue that I wanted to raise awareness for myself. The many people that had already posted their real pictures, encouraged me as well. That internet isn't all about faking who you are, but about the 'real' you as well. No matter who you are. Boy or girl, pretty or ugly.
I was laying in my bed already as
Being happy with your artI've noticed lately, that there's this emotion that leaves people overwhelmed with the massive amount of good art in the community, thinking that they can never become as good or popular as those others. So sad, because skill or popularity in itself shouldn't be the major goal of an art community. I think many people who start out here get so overwhelmed that they forget what it's actually about.More Like This
Many people out here, sign up to DeviantArt (or any internet art community) in order to publish their work on the internet. They've probably looked around for a while already. They saw those amazing artists that had millions of pageviews, and secretly hoped that by putting their art on the internet, they would be able to do the same. To become madly popular -- a community icon.
Well, sorry to burst your bubble; but it's probably not gonna happen. And if it's gonna happen; it's not going to be soon.
According to DeviantArt, the website has over 31 million
LiveJust let the rain fall down,More Like This
and soak, splash, and dance on the sidewalk,
as you skip, and flit, and smile,
'just catch the lyrics and break out in song,
'cause if the clouds don't care to hold on to their weight today,
why should you?
Roll the window down and feel the cold breeze,
and ice rain, slip and smack onto you,
each little drop an inside joke,
between you and the skies,
and resist that grin, but give in anyway,
and don't let anything take away from today.
'Cause why fret, and worry and hate?
Why count the days 'stead of loving them?
There's frankly too many things trying to kill us
for us to give in to fears and hold ourselves back.
So highfive that stranger, shoulder up and tell her you love her,
drain that soda and munch those chips, and get down to your favourite song.
Forget about being shy! You were born good enough for everything.
Go stand up and show the crowds you deserve to be seen.
All our day's are numbered anyway;
Death is the background to all our lives.
Just Trees As You Drove By Yeah, it looks bad from here. You find yourself a respite and decided to climb a large boulder sitting by the path to get a better look at what's ahead.. And it 'aint too welcoming. You're gonna get bruised, and you're gonna smile less, and you're gonna cry, and you're gonna get scratched and burned. And you'll forget. You'll forget that things get better. That Time goes on. And all these worries and problems, though not unimportant, will be but blurry, flickering trees on the side of the highway as you're driving by.More Like This
And these problems are special, in their own way. They do have a dim light to them that when looked at upside down is quite pretty. And you're lucky too, to be able to experience these troubles. Because it's through these troubles you find the little pieces of the puzzle that is You. And sometimes the piece is just a dull old pebble; a copy of a piece you got a couple of bad-times ago and you can just toss it on to th