Your Most Prized Possession Contest +100 points GVHello, sweeties!More Like This
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Your Most Prized Possession Contest
Contest deadline: 1st March,2013
K1ntar and naked-in-the-rain
A little explanation of the subject:
The subject of this contest is about your most prized possession.
It doesn't have to be something expensive, it can be anything you love and cherish; something that has a great value for you.
It could be an object, a memory, a person, a pet, or a simple smile... basically anything you find very valuable.
Here are some photography examples to get your creative juices flowing:
This contest allows media such as:
How to participate?
In order to participate you only have to this journal.
Post your entry to deviantart, link back to this journal entry in the artists comments, and send me a note with the su
120 points giveaway! The winnerHello, sweeties (:More Like This
I hope you're having a wonderful weekend
I decided to make one of you smile again by giving one lucky deviant 120 points
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it won't, i know that.Let me tell you a story. Let me paint you a picture.More Like This
It’s dark and I’m alone and the wind is howling and once upon a time, I might have made this sound poetic. I’m crying, but it’s not pretty. I’m crying and my nose is red and my hands are shaking and the cigarette is limp between my scarred, calloused fingers. I once might have made this sound pretty. I might have made it sound desirable. Did you want a high? All you had to do was touch my skin, to feel your way down my sweat-slicked hips. Did you want to get buzzed? You just had to soak in the passion like alcohol and let your mind go wild. I used to have nothing but chaos to offer. Now I just have memories – do you want to take them?
But you won’t. I know that. I paid the price and life paid me. Whatever I once had is gone and it’s been replaced with this shaking emptiness. I can no longer get drunk. I just get sad. I sit at broken pianos and think about the music they used to make, li