Maybe Aliens are RealMaybe aliens are real.
Maybe they've already been here. Maybe some still are.
Maybe they don't look any different than us. Maybe they don't have big heads, weird skin, and big bulgy eyes. Maybe they look just like us. Maybe they're the same inside and outside. Maybe their blood is red. Perhaps they have a few evolutionary traits that are more or less advanced than us, but maybe they're able to blend in as "specially gifted." Maybe some humans can do those "special things" too.
Your best friend could be from another planet. Maybe you are. Maybe your parents never told you that you cam from another world. But you don't seem too different, do you? You look like humans, you speak like humans, you act like humans...
Maybe life forms on other planets aren't much different than us. Cultural differences, maybe, and perhaps the progress of their civilizations, are slower or faster than ours.
What if an entire society is from a different planet, just fitting in with us? Maybe France is fr
A Rose, a Love In SpringWhy does the red rose ring love?More Like This
From where does the boldness of romance live?
Red, run red, the rose of love
Where pink is the valentine thyme.
Nature, bring green forward to back it,
pink is red tint
Innocence of white and confidence of red
Is the ground of pure love.
Soothing green, nature's cloth of choice
lies complimentary to red
It emboldens it
It thrives best together.
If nature chooses to do so,
then it must mastered this color harmony.
Red, sparse and strong,
Green, soft and abundant
Contrasts perfect in proportion,
for nature is the one true judge of beauty
Rose, the flower of love
in colors many, yet red is best known
to be the harbinger of romance the world over.
Gold roses, black roses, pink ones, and thorned ones,
Bold roses, old roses, purple ones, and scorned ones,
Only red roses spring love in gift
From red roses rise the ride of romance
Red, bold and confident, passionate and straight
White, pure and innocent, subtle and devoid
Green, natural and curious, subservi
Let the Fall Make You Stronger."Hey! Are you all right?"More Like This
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
"Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-"
"See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted."
"And how did that go for you?"
"The floor won. But only because it had the advantage."
"Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!"
"Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position."
"I overestimated my skills."
"I'll say. You're bleeding!"
"Only a little. Ask me again."
"If I'm fine."
"Is it because you're bleeding?"
"You're supposed to ask 'Why'."
"God, you're so bloody difficult!"
"But cute. Just ask."
"Because this world we live in, it gives us these dreams, you see. These great big beautiful colourful galaxies in our heads of ideas, thoughts and empathetic conclusions to our fellow humans. Our brain tells us, go on, be curious, make those mistakes.
The MonstersThe monsters were neverMore Like This
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.
I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.
Wistful"I am the boy who wants to loveMore Like This
your misshapen words,
your broken hearted pieces,
your ink split fingers.
I am the boy who wants to kiss
those scar tattooed arms,
that tear stained face
mend what has been broken.
I am the boy who can
make your heart
sing poetry again."
If only he would say it
like he had
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
The Girl He LovesThe girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.More Like This
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
SpinelessMy mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed.More Like This
My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask.
I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreciating?
I suppose the trouble with most relationships is to trust someone, knowing that you would willingly lie to them, just to protect them from getting hurt. We all do it, and those of us who claim we don’t, only lie because their lies are smaller. I lied to protect them from what had happened to my bones. Not just my spi
StorytellerStorytellerMore Like This
tell me a story.
A fable of wisdom
or a tale of glory.
Sing me a song
of dreams and
Stories of kingdoms rising
and worlds going under.
Draw me a picture
with colours so bright
and spin me a fairytale
to dream of tonight.
Thanks for the adventure!(cross-posted from my tumblr)More Like This
Thanks for the adventure!
It's been a crazy ride and I've had a lot of fun being part of it all. I've met amazing artists, wonderful friends, and some of the most talented and creative people I've ever known. I've had the privilege of collaborating with many inspiring people and even got to realize the creation of a self-published art book. I even made it to a convention and got the whole vendor's experience. But most of all, I felt so much love and positivity from all around me, encouraging me to keep going and inspiring me to be a better person.
I won't pretend that there wasn't an ugly side to this experience. It wouldn't be truthful to deny the rampant misogyny and hostility that I've seen from a great number of MLP fans. There is conflict in my heart as I want so badly to assume the best of everyone. It hurts deeply to have that assumption betrayed. I can no longer bear the thought of having my work associated with that side of the fandom.
Austenesque Therapy“Hello.”More Like This
“Good afternoon. Why have you come to see me today?”
“Because I had to.”
“I see. So tell me... what’s bothering you.”
“I lose my breath because I can’t believe that this is all I am going to be.”
“What is wrong with what you are?”
“I’m not loved.”
“You have your friends, your family-”
“Come on, you know what I mean. The devil-may-care-what-the-world-thinks, passionate, can’t-breathe-without-each-other, catch-you-when-you-fall-kind-of-love.”
“I don’t even know how to begin to find it in this world.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I prefer living in my books. I like how that makes me feel. And then I’m just disappointed.”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“It makes me feel sometimes, like I am completely unreasonable to say, that in a time of smart phones
GodYou murdered two childrenMore Like This
with your bare hands
and thanked God
that He saved you
from getting the death penalty,
bloody hands and all
I saved two children
from a burning fire
and hate the God
I no longer believe in
for burning my skin,
and with it my faith
It seems God
works in mysterious ways,
he doesn't work at all.
Comfort EatingCorey couldn't stop staring at the woman in the booth across from him.More Like This
She was a magnificent spectacle of a woman.
She was tall, pretty, but those things weren't what made her impressive. No, what made her impressive was the size and shape of her. She was a very fat, very bloated, blond beauty, and she was clad in a near-splitting pink dress that clung tight to each and every extra inch of curvature on her corpulent, fleshy figure, letting everyone see just how out of shape she really was, or rather, how rounded her shape had become through eating and laying about. She would be a pear-shaped princess were she standing, that much was clear. Her thighs, spread out under the weight of her body, were nearly enough to fill the entirety of the two-person bench seat, and even seated, the massive volume of her pale white legs was evident, the dress being a tad too short to cover the bulk of her monstrously thick, thunderous thighs.
Resting on her lap was her round, bulging belly,
the flower clubdear preacher,More Like This
i've got something to admit
i was in the field
i was watching the flowers get dressed
well they're just so pretty naked
petals tucked into their sides
and watching them unfold
i was watching them pull down the sunrise
and put it on themselves
so i'm a sinner for it
cause i watched them bathe, too
stand around together in the shower
a hundred ladies in their beautiful skins
pink small ones
big blue proud ones
letting the droplets collect and residue
on their finery and shamelessly bare leaves
well that's my confession preacher
i watch the flowers strip and tease
When people learn that I listen to rap“What?”More Like This
A mix of skeptical, bewildered, mildly impressed
And sometimes a little disgusted.
“You listen to rap?”
Behold, a specimen of middle-class suburbia
Spectacled, pimpled, messy-haired
Painfully awkward, unquestionably nerdy
Oh, and female, let’s not forget about that.
“Haydn and Beethoven; yup, that’s definitely your jam
During your late-night chemistry revision sessions
On your wild nights, maybe some Katy Perr – wait, what?
You listen to rap?”
Yes, I listen to rap
(Although I do still listen to Haydn
Toting Bach and Biggie together
Gets you strange looks from HMV cashiers, let me tell you)
And yes, I do actually enjoy it;
I’m not that kind of ironic listener.
After the initial double-take,
The curious follow up with “Why do you listen to rap?”
Like Victorians questioning a returning anthropologist
Who’s been in among the natives
(For the record, I find this more funny than annoying
So please don
.a mother says to her sonMore Like This
can you feel the world lodged
in your rib? do not tell
me you can't, it's right there
and let's not tell god
anything about this, let's give
him the silent treatment like
he's giving to us,
sometimes i wake up wanting
to shred myself into ribbons
tie me up in a bow and send myself
to your doorstep with no
return address and let you deal with it,
you're not listening and you're not
understanding, you're too busy
trying to read all the text, but
i can go days without speaking
one word, got a habit of holding my
breath diving into my own mind
for hours, blue bottomless pool
river veins with the bones of a dream
drifting through, some stuck on the
banks all dried up and thirsty, this
shark tooth reminds me of you so i
press it in hard, still not one single
drop, a baby raccoon floats by with
no life but wide eyes, i know you'll
pray the horned god sends him
straight to the sea, drown him out
with that voice that says maybe
next year when you search for
Bulimia NervosaDoes mother notice my visits to the bathroomMore Like This
Have become more frequent of late?
And how they always seem to be after meal times
When with my parents I’ve just ate
Does she stand in the hall outside the bathroom
With her ear pressed against the door?
Wondering why the tap is running so fast
And what I’ve flushed the toilet twice for
Has she seen all of the empty sweet wrappers
Hidden under my bed when she cleans?
Does she fully understand the significance
Of what this behaviour actually means?
Is purge even a word in her vocabulary
To which she’s able to define?
Does she believe my words or my sunken eyes
When I insist to her that I am fine?
Does father notice that I spend many hours
In front of our full length mirror?
Intensely staring at my pathetic reflection
Yet the image never becomes clearer
I see something different to what he can see
A distortion of his little girl
Whose control over this food and this eating
Is the only control she has in this world
Has he tri
HumanityHumans are cruel.More Like This
Humans are killers.
Before guns it was knives
Before that it was stones
Invasions, burning homes,
Stealing lives and loves
Releasing crows and
Humans are good.
Humans are kind.
They live, love and laugh
They have the gift of hope
Helping them all to cope
Through evil human things
Sowing seeds and
Sewing angel wings.
Humans are strange.
Humans are incomplete.
Punches to kisses to games
Anger to love to insanity
Tragedy to crystal clarity
Whirlwinds of empty whims
Empty prayers and
Humans are living.
Humans are dying.
Ashes to ashes, soul to Hell
Or perhaps to Heaven
No human can really tell
If even either is real.
Tips for Fighting Depression1) Avoid alcohol. I find having a drink can trigger the depression quite severely the following day, although it should be noted that alcohol effects everyone differently, and some drinks are worse than others. Alcohol is a depressant, so this should be taken seriously...You may love a drink, but you have to consider if it's worth it if you are a sufferer.More Like This
Avoid smoking. Regular smoking is linked to feelings of depression.
2) Consider your diet. Aside from eating healthy and drinking lots of water (which helps with everything), dark chocolate is scientifically proven to help fight depression as well as anxiety, and here's how...
Dark, as well as raw chocolate, contains high amounts of tryptophan, which is an amino acid that breaks down into two other very important neurotransmitters. These are serotonin and melatonin, and both help to protect you against stress. Serotonin is a natural antidepressant, which goes to work immediately to lift your spirits as well as hel
We Suck Young BloodWasted lifeMore Like This
You discard the youth
But not anymore.
Owner of an empty head
The future ahead
Will eat away
Your tragic existence.
You are not prepared
To face a new world
Where the job
Will be your wife.
Without mother love
And a safe home
Those happy days
Dies in the oblivion.
Kid you don’t see
The beasts waiting outside
Fresh smiles to feel
Without our help
You are just dust
An useless soul.
Forget the life
It’s time to embrace
A hell has begun.
Psycho's PathThe way you get everythingMore Like This
It's different than mine
For that little detail
You must die.
Another right choice
Made by me
The fine line between
Justice and murder.
They did horrible things
You don't want to know which
I just erase their prints
With no trials to live.
I'm the new police
In this city of leeches
Immersed in shadows
Corpses will be seen.
No one is prepared
To appreciate my acts
While I keep them alive
The legend grows.
My hands doesn't shake
Touching cold flesh
At least for my brain
Life and death are the same.
If I show myself
Accusations will rain
The people I care
Would demand my head.
The hate will not born
If I attack first.
Skies of ArcadiaWelcome to the world of ADD in HD.More Like This
Give me your hand and follow me
To where the wild things come to play
And freedom is always free.
It’s all a dream sleeping beauty;
Keep your eyes wide shut and see.
Come embrace your insanity
And come dance with the child in me.
Welcome to the skies of Arcadia
Where dreams become reality.
Where zero and zero make infinite
And freedom’s the only salary.
Breezy DayI am hereMore Like This
Where you exist
But I don’t.
How do you
See a ghost?.
We breathe the same
Rotting our lungs
Made of smoke.
I walk your streets
Every single day
The others too.
When you look
That empty chair
You nude me
But your eyes
Can’t see my naked
Heart and soul
In love with you.
Cause I’m a ghost
In your perfect world
Where you float
How I wish
How I wish to be
More than breezes
I want to be
528. I Like Being Quiet With Youthoughts that make me smileMore Like This
the sound of waves lapping gently against the sand
millions of sparkling stars in the licorice black sky
the comforting smell of your soft sweater as I pull it over my head
the quiet caw of herons flying across the silent sea
the beautiful feeling that grows like a cottonwood tree in my heart when we smile together,
when we are quiet together
529. You AreYour presenceMore Like This
is as peaceful and steady as the silver moonlight
streaming in through my open window;
as comforting as being curled up on the couch
with a hot cup of cocoa in front of a warm fire.
Your soft gentle eyes are the first things I think of when I wake
and the last things I see before I go to bed.
A little chat with you is the perfect way to end the day, any day of the week.
Oh how I do adore your lovely deep voice - each word worth all the gems in this world.
I would readily surrender everything I possess to hear your laugh, to see your smile
as that familiar mischievous twinkle returns to your eye.
But alas: I am blessed in that I have been given these simple gifts for free.
Through some strange chance or fate or happenstance
you are still here
and I find myself in daily disbelief - in grateful awe -
of how extraordinarily lucky I am that you are so close.
I couldn't ask for anything greater than your presence
Barely AfloatNo matter how much I try to fit inMore Like This
I always stand out like a sore thumb in this endless sea of middle fingers.
Should I raise up my head or my finger to belong?
I guess I’ll choose life for now, as I swim to shore while the rest linger.
Life Sentence III’d trade it all to get that feeling back, literally I mean itMore Like This
I’d sacrifice my life and everything in it
Just to have you in it, I’d do whatever to win it
I love you and fucking hate you and everything in between it
It’s hey you and then it’s fuck you, my demons have me defeated
Were we ever friends? Did this shit ever have any meaning?
Worst of all, it never ends because I can’t even hate you
When I try to replace you it fails because they ain’t you
Once upon a time I thought zero and zero could make infinite
But infinite became inferno when you 1up’d and left me trapped in misery
265/1000 - Sing AlongTuesday, May 8, 2012More Like This
"When will you be here?"
You asked very impatiently.
"Around the same time
That you got to my house
For my birthday."
"Except for you,
It'll be better
Because you can drive yourself."
"But it'll be more boring
While I'm in the car
And unable to talk to anyone."
"Play a good CD,"
It makes it better."
Top ten WORST Disney Sequels: 8!8) Pocahontas II: Journey to a new worldMore Like This
Once upon a time there was an animation company named Disney, that made our childhoods awesome. They reached their peak when their animated film 'Beauty and the Beast' became the first animated feature nominated for Best Picture in the Academy awards, and just when their luck couldn't be better they released 'The Lion King' which became one of the highest grossing animated pictures of all time. During this streak of awesome movies, Disney became overly ambitious and desired yet another Best Picture Oscar. Instead of perfecting the formula they were best at (fairy tales) they decided that they needed to be extra pretentious to snag that Best Picture Award, thus 'Pocahontas' was born. Now how can a company who is known to adapt fairytales going to adapt a real life story? By making it extremely historically inaccurate of course! Audiences were bored, critics were unimpressed and Pocahontas was shunned as the black sheep of the Disney Reness
( 4/05/2014 )poets got it hardMore Like This
when the muse
only falls in love
i hate her,
that rat girl
who thinks she’s
god sent hero
or some shit.
in her own
to think about
& giving them
all they do is
living out of my suitcase
wasn’t such a bad idea-
i’ll be running away
any day now,
You Damaged MeMore Like This
your tongue spits out venomous fire
vitriol spews from your lips
your words are a funeral pyre
you gloat, as my shredded heart rips
I was happy in my existence
carefree, fun-loving, and true
you hounded me in your persistence
changed my reds to depressing blues
you've damaged me beyond repairing
I'm broken, abused, and forlorn
this bruised heart is way beyond caring
you crushed my spirit with your scorn
are you happy with your vanity?
are you poised to move on to success?
will you hold on, dear, to your sanity?
carry a mop to clean up your mess?
as for me, the north wind keeps blowing
my days spent in endless despair
the pain, like an ember that's glowing
tell me, oh Delilah, did you ever really care?
NightAnother dark nightMore Like This
For me to face
Another tough battle
For me to fight
Another hellish nightmare
For me to endure
It's what I get
When I try to change something
Deep within me
everyone gets a miracleeveryone gets a miracle.More Like This
the thing with miracles is that who can tell a
miracle what it is? is it watching the sun bleed
into the horizon holding your lover's sweaty hand,
all cheap perfume and hour-old petrichor like a
twenty-first century version of numinosity, since
it's amazing you even found their heavy-lidded,
flecks-of-gold eyes in the first place? is it near-death
experiences where you're lifeguarded back into the world
by a kind stranger in a surgical mask? or is it nothing
spectacular, at least by those standards, but just
simply waking up in the morning, having the eyes and
lungs and heart to do so, the mouth to speak 'i
am alive and that is pretty awesome in itself'?
but, see, everyone gets a miracle.
a true, unrelenting one, the kind where your heart
swells up to nearly burst out of your body and your eyes
well up and the only word you can speak is 'wow'. maybe
you're twenty-eight or eighteen or forty-two and perched
precariously under fog and mist and shying away from the
Mirror, MirrorI can't stand the sight of my reflection.More Like This
Every time I see her, I cringe. Look at her - the dark shadows beneath her eyes, the slumped shoulders, the half-empty gaze that stares back at me. She's disgusting. She's a monster.
But is she real? Am I real?
I don't know.
Maybe she's the real one and the reason she looks the way she does is because she always sees me and is terrified that something horrible will happen. Maybe I'm the real one and I'm terrified that she's going to let that something occur.
Or maybe we're just the same person and I'm letting my thoughts become too unraveled. There's no such thing as another side to a mirror. It's just a piece of glass that reflects that which is in front of its surface. But then again, what do I know? Not much, if I'm being completely honest.
There are times where I'll pass my reflection and stop, stare at her, and the urge to do nothing more but take her hand and say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've said t
On To Dead Little GirlsSpiders hang from threads made of shadows.More Like This
Blood dripping from his tongue,
Silence flooding the sky.
He’s pouring salt along open wounds,
Bandaging them with dust,
Disinfecting with poison.
Black roses on a coffin
For a small little girl
In a pale pink dress
And cuts along her
Frozen clocks begin to move
The sun has risen,
Early morning light
Shining brightly in the sky.
He walks to the graveyard,
Setting white daisies on
The little girl’s
Days go by,
And he sits there.
Tearing petals off the flowers,
And a butterfly lands on one daisy.
He crawls on his hands and knees,
Holes in his clothes,
Dirt on his fingers.
He tickles the butterfly
And treasures it until it dies.
For the best thing to do
Is rip off the wings of a butterfly…
And sew them onto dead little girls.
If you are a victim...If you have ever faked a smileMore Like This
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Turned away from your “friends”
Tortured yourself over an error
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
five things they don't teach you in highschool1.More Like This
it's okay to fall in love.
i mean, they tell you you're never going
to marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not going
to tell you it's a lie
because it's not. you guys will probably
break up and it's gonna hurt like hell
but you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only one
who has felt loneliness like a knife,
the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsing
because they were your air,
and you will never be the only one who whispered
"i love you" two lives too soon.
you will not be the last one to have tucked
hair behind their ear and leaned in for a kiss
or the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.
but it's okay.
your favorite book will not always be your favorite.
like you, it will change over time
to something unrecognizable
that gives you only a vague nostalgia in the tips of your fingers.
flipping through the pages will never
feel the same again.
you will learn to love something new;
your next favorite will teach you something about y
Insanity needs companyand now I’m stuck here,More Like This
how the walls became
a veiny sight-
(could the cause be me calling out
in the middle of the night?)
and alone I stand here,
how my feet got
nailed upon this floor-
(do you hold my ankles
like an anchor
does the shore?)
and I know it’s been thirteen years
since you were here at all,
according to the hash marks
the wooden wall
but I can’t
of our memories,
so for now,
I’ll let the doc declare:
Insanity needs company.
layersi.More Like This
i met a girl today
who was not golden-haired or blue-eyed,
who was not straight-nosed or full-lipped,
who was not long-legged or slender.
instead i met a girl
who sang full-bodied notes in both soprano and alto,
who spoke like a king and walked like a queen,
who had a body curved like the moon.
and that was okay.
i met a boy today
who was not muscular or broad-shouldered,
who was not charming or charismatic,
who was not tall or dark or handsome.
instead i met a boy
who had a memory like an elephant,
who wrote like an angel and drew like Monet,
who could churn out sums like a calculator.
and that was okay.
take a good look in the mirror:
and remember that what you see—
the imperfections and perfections;
the roll of love around your stomach;
the diverging forks at the ends of your hair;
the delicate sprinkles on the bridge of your nose
—is only one layer of who you are,
all of it
(all of you)
is okay, too.
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DAMore Like This
There was once two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.
But a famous author set to put them out.
She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.
And here’s what she said,
“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”
The tiny authors wept and cried.
Wondering was it because they picked a side.
Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else
they wouldn't have suffered being a different self?
The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.
But the dainty female author stayed behind. However,
The light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.
And its glow became barely a shimmer.
Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.
She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.
All hope was lost.
No one to come save her.
Sadness reigned within her,
making her shallow and pale as Frost.
Dream it. Do it.Dream all you canMore Like This
But don’t spend all your time sleeping.
Feel all you can
But don’t spend all your time weeping.
If you see a shooting star;
Catch it and run far.
Let its burning light ignite
Your heart, mind and soul.
But also be inspiration;
And you could be
The voice of a generation.
Daydream and scheme
And look beyond
What things seem,
But also do and be;
Allow yourself restraint
As a means of being free.
Dream in reality
As well as in your sleep
And you’ll soon find
Is yours to keep.
StardustYour body is made of stardust.More Like This
How cool is that? Just
Think about it. Stardust.
Your body is a universe
With your heart as its sun,
And it has been pumping
To keep you alive
Since you begun –
A whole sun
Wants you here.
Your lungs are two galaxies;
Each an inhaling and exhaling
And they work their hardest
To keep you okay –
Two entire galaxies
Want you to stay.
Your blood cells are meteors,
Going as fast they can
To keep you safe and sound –
Millions of magnificent meteors
Want you around.
Our souls are night skies
And our flaws
Are constellations that
Make us who we are –
Making us each as unique
As each and every star.
Please, don’t become a supernova tonight.
AnxietySometimes,More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
Hey YouHey you.More Like This
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
this is a warning.i.More Like This
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
The Religion of EducationWhen I became an agnostic atheist, a close friend had a conversation with me. Their parents were cultivating them to be Christian. It went without saying. They asked me “Aren’t you worried about never going to heaven?”More Like This
More recently, I had a conversation with another close friend Their parents were beckoning them to go to college. It went without saying. They asked me “Aren’t you worried about never amount to anything?”
If you go to church every Sunday and pray often, you’ll get into heaven. And then you’ll be happy. If you go to school every day, you’ll get into college. And then you’ll be happy. The Promised Land of education just comes about earlier. I’m not a faithful man and I rarely believe in things that I do not see, hence the agnostic atheist. Now most people would find a divergence in my theory: we can’t see heaven, but we can see the results of college.
You’re not off-base. We can’t see heave
Problems with Education - Lack of ContextIt's no secret that I have and have had many problems with schools, schooling, and our American education system. People have asked me what I'd do to fix it. And I suppose I should explain where I come from. I'm not a teacher, not a politician, no longer a student, nor am I the parent of a student. I am simply one of the people burned and burned hard by the American education system. Do my words mean anything? That's up to you, and I'll be honest, some of my ideas sound crazy and I'm not one to judge plausibility. All I have is experience, logic, and my knowledge on the subject.More Like This
There are many places that I could start: eviscerating Common Core, the assembly line method of teaching, standardized testing, education becoming a worldwide religion, and most of all, college. But I thought I wanted to start with "context."
What is 5+14? The answer is 19. Now tell me why we care about this problem? We don't. There is none. It's a random math problem that I made up, and literally any equation
Today I learned that Pluto is a PlanetIn the fourth grade, I was told under no uncertain terms that Pluto was a planet. There were nine of them: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, and Pluto. If you missed one of them on the exam, you'd be knocked down 11.1 repeating points. You could not get an A on this exam, if you did not know that Pluto was a planet. I was told that Christopher Columbus sailed on three ships to prove that the world was round. Under no uncertain terms were these stone cold facts.More Like This
In 2005, scientists decided that Pluto was not a planet. Over the past fifteen years I've heard six different stories about Christopher Columbus in my course of education, and I've gotten another one from the Discovery Channel, and yet another one from the internet that beckons the question of why we learned about Christopher Columbus at all. Or, if we must, why didn't we learn about the diseases that he managed to spread among the Native American people. These uncertain facts were under no certain t
Silence is Not a SolutionThe administration has instructed my teachers to chastise anyone speaking about the murders. like they never happened... like people don't kill other people, or that there is drugs and violence or over 33 suicides of people 13-21 every day in America, that someone didn't and would never try to harm someone else... Well it must be news to them that THIS DID MOTHER FUCKING HAPPEN and that we can be big boys and girls and already know that DEATH HAPPENS. 2 kids being murdered within a month of each other isn't something new. I'm not saying that we should freak out but pretending it didn't happen is the opposite of a solution. These two boys may have been killed for petty reasons but that doesn't mean they led petty lives.More Like This
They need to be remembered for the people who Loved them, the ones that care for them, the ones that can sit there and say, "I remember this one time when...". These people need the support of there friends and they need to talk. I know because I've been th
ADHDOther people can push out thoughts from their head.More Like This
They can ignore things.
I can't .
This is how MY mind works;
Every thought I have throughout the day
stays in my mind.
I don't care that it affects my work.
Which it does.
I care, because
it tortures me.
I can't forget anything that happens to me for the entire day.
Every bad thought or event
will randomly surge through my mind.
Horrible images that I cannot forget.
Every regret I have,
is still in the front of my mind.
Every thing that I ever did wrong,
is reminding me.
ADHD?Mental RacetrackMore Like This
Going Faster Going Faster
Like a heartbeat
Perhaps a train
Flit from one to the next
But no hearing
Fake How are you?More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Thank you...I keep my feelingsMore Like This
All bottled up inside me
And sometimes it was nice
To stare into that bottle
To see the yellow of happiness
And the red of love
But even I should have known
Putting too much emotion into that bottle
Turns it grey and murky with confusion.
You who has shown me nothing
But kindness and love…
I am afraid to hurt you…
That you will see my dark past
And it will swallow you whole
Like it did to me.
So therefore I hide my bottle
From everyone and everything
So as not to feel the violation
Of a simple peek inside
I trusted someone once
Told them everything there is about me
And to my demise
They used all that against me,
Hurt me in every way possible,
Made me think that being myself was
So I built my masks
A new one for every day
And put them on.
Little did people know
Should they take one mask off
Another was there underneath
And another one under that.
So many masks laid on top of “me”
Hello...Hello…?More Like This
Why can’t you hear me?
Why won’t you answer me?
Why don’t you look at me?
Please see me…
I’m sick of being a ghost…
Of my words falling
Onto the cold hard earth
Of your ears.
No one hears the snow
All you do is feel it…
Can you feel me?
Feel my presence…
The hand I reach out for
To steady me…
Or for the shoulder
When I need to cry…
But no one feels a ghost…
Look at me…
Speak to me…
Laugh with me…
I’m an amazing person
You just wait and see
I’ll show you the world I see
I’ll show you how to smile and laugh again
I’ll show you the promise of love
Even though you have given it up
I’ll show you adventure
And watch adrenaline pump through our system
And watch these feelings of ours grow.
Even if I haven’t met you yet…
I know you are out there
You Only Have So MuchHer fingers are dirty,More Like This
Her hair tangled.
She's a mess, some would say.
But at least her heart is pure.
His wrists covered in scars,
His stomach roaring with hunger.
He's damaged, some would say.
But at least his love is whole.
Her breathing is heavy,
And her skin is pale.
She's dying, some would say.
But at least she knows how to live.
At least a woman without a house
Knows how to make a home.
Hand her a loaf of bread,
And she won't devour it,
Because she knows how to treasure
The beauty in life.
At least a boy without a smile
Knows how to hold on,
Longer than someone who's never fallen,
And never dared to learn
How to fly.
At least a girl in the mobile chair
Knows how to capture a moment,
Because she can't quite be sure
How many moments really are
At least someone with so little
Because when you have so much...
You only have so little.
(not) strongShe's so strongMore Like This
I don't know how she does it
She's been through so much
Yet she keeps standing tall
No I dont know how she gets through it all
She's so strong...
She cries at night
behind closed doors
feeling like shes just been stabbed with a sword
All this is hidden behind a smile
she doesnt wanna seem like she is just a child
She hides it so well
hides it with fake happiness
And just when she thinks she will break free
Her old friend pain comes back to decree
That it will be even more difficult
for her to be happy
she's so strong...
ContemplationSilence...More Like This
I lay in my bed,
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
Tears run down my face,
And I close my eyes,
Letting moonlight wash over me.
Fate is a cruel thing,
Destiny is elusive.
Existance is nothing more
Than a lie.
The world is ego,
I open my teary eyes, gazing up
At the vast, starry sky.
They look so free...
Balls of fire,
Giant chunks of ice,
Planets more significant
Than our own...
What is up there?
What is out in that void?
The cold air stings my
Tear streaked face...
I sit up, still staring at
The beautiful night sky.
In my bed, I can't help
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ROOF????
My ConfessionSo many things to live for,More Like This
But so many reasons to die,
How is it that I can be happy,
While still managing to cry?
One year, five years, ten...
Too many years to count.
All my life, I've denied
The truth about the amount
Of pain in my chest and throat,
No matter how much I smile,
The overall picture decays,
Euphoria lasting a short while.
I had never really confessed
Up until now, for I've lied
For more than a decade about
Crossing to the other side.
I've lied to myself, not friends,
And I've never expressed it,
These feelings of melancholy
That leave me in a dark pit.
Selfishness and selflessness,
Who here can be blamed?
Is it them, or is it me?
Which argument is to be shamed?
A child should never wish to die,
For too young is the soul,
But my innocence was little,
Nay, may've never existed at all.
I cannot tell you exactly when
My heart had started to break,
For I myself do not know when
My whole world began to quake.
"She is bubbly," they said,
"She is so kind and energetic."
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
Follow the ButterfliesNow I'm twenty three,More Like This
But how can that be?
I didn't want to live, you see.
I've come so far
With all these scars
Caused by a world of liars.
Insignificance, known by name
To be just another useless game
Where all the players are the same.
My arms are covered with butterflies,
An innocent image to another's eyes,
Filling their heads with endless lies...
These harmless creatures do not leave,
But instead, stay to watch me grieve...
Though they tell what I believe...
Let the poor butterflies go.
If you cared, you wouldn't say no.
Would you say you love them so?
The color is red, these simple things,
Dust trails behind their wings.
You will know when the butterfly sings...
That you should let me go.
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
This Thing We Call DepressionThere's a story I'd like to tell,More Like This
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.
This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing that we call
There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."
However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emotion.
Everyone knows emotion.
She was never diagnosed with temporary heartbreak,
Everyone knows all those things.
She was diagnosed with something much, much worse.
Since then, she's suffered with such a terrible thing...
But for days..
Months of this <
Take ThisTake this kiss upon your hand,More Like This
For the ones who starved themselves,
Because "ugly" was written all over their mirrors,
Because "fat" was the only thing in their way.
Take this hug around your shoulders,
For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,
Because, unlike everyone else,
Their pillows kept their secrets.
Take this wish for your success,
For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,
Because physical pain gave feeling,
And feeling was so hard to find.
Take this whisper in your ear,
For the ones who live through pain,
Through sorrow, through regret,
Through loneliness in crowded rooms,
Through nightmares and judgement and hatred...
Take these words, darling,
These words I say to you.
Stay strong. Never give up. Keep breathing.
Let's keep going,
For the ones who starved themselves,
For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,
For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,
For the ones who live through pain,
For the ones forced to survive...
And for the on
Remember when I Died?Remember when I died? No, probably not. As you stood there laughing in my face, pushing and shoving me, telling me everything that was wrong with me... I fell. I fell hard. I've fallen before, but when I fall that hard...More Like This
I wasn't me anymore.
Breaking down and crying, your laughter increased, and you called upon others to join you. It's fun to see someone cry, fun to see their world being torn apart, fun to have nothing more to live fo--
Where did that knife come from? Was I carrying it around with me? Did you have it? Who knows... I don't remember. But it's on you. My blood is on your hands.
But you're happy now. You're happy I'm gone. You're all happy I'm gone. I'm just sad I didn't get a chance to write my suicide letter. Hmm, you'd probably laugh at that too. Because I'm so funny. Because my pain is so funny. Because my death is so funny.
What about my friends? Are they sad I'm gone? Of course not. No one can be trusted. Everyone will betray their most loyal friends. People
Short Description of CherryMy tulpa: CherryMore Like This
she's around my age. she looks a little like my human version of pinkie pie, except with shorter hair and a hotter pink. it's a wavy, pink bob that's cutely messy, and she has shockingly green eyes. she has ivory skin and a few very light freckles. she's about my height, around 5'4" or 5'5" and has an amazingly attractive figure. she has an hourglass shape, thin but hippy, and is a C cup bra size. she likes to wear pretty clothing in pretty colors, usually pinks, blues, and purples. she loves short skirts and dresses, but sometimes wears shorts. she never wears open toed shoes and prefers boots, but cute boots. her voice is very cute and sweet, like how i make lizzy's voice or pinkie's voice in cupcakes.
she is happy and friendly, but not to the point where it's annoying. she is basically my happy side, and can always find something right with the world. but, she can get depressed just like the rest of us. she'll want to tell me to stop pulling
UtopiaI could be executed for writing this. Hell, they'd probably throw me in prison just for catching me with a pen and paper. But I have to get this down... I know it's only a matter of time before they realize that I'm a free thinker... and then they'll make sure I never existed.More Like This
Ten years ago, the entire world changed. They had been building up to this point, and they were incredibly successful. I saw it comiand I tried my best to tell people that this isn't how we want to live. We don't want to be controlled... but they were already brainwashed.
The government showed their true colors. Libraries and theatres were torn down, artwork and historical artifacts were burned to ashes, and the world's most renowned musicians were gunned down like animals. Oh yea... the animals... you'd be lucky to even find a picture of one, let alone a real one.
Anyone caught with any sort of art, music, unorthodox clothing, stuffed animals, books, religious practice... anything that made someone individual...
The New SisterMany things could have gone their way in the first attempt to take over the Magic Dimension, here's how it could have gone. It was the same night when our villains followed Bloom back to Earth. Their plan was simple, steal her power and control the ultimate army. It worked, they captured Bloom in a block of ice and was about to to extract the power from her body. However, an epiphany came to Darcy. "Here's an idea, I bet you didn't think of, sister." "And what would that be?" Icy states angerly. "Well, why stop at controlling the army of decay? We should also control this little fairy." Darcy explained. Silence soon struck the room. "Wow. I didn't think YOU would have thought of that." Stormy says annoyingly. "Shut up, you! Well, Icy?"More Like This
Trying to get over the anger of Darcy out thinking her, she agreed."Thankfully, you're right on the wicked nose. With our specialist and this little doll on our side, I say it's a win. Plus, if the three ,plus her, have that kind of power, kingdoms might
Crossing of Ingo AUCrossing of Ingo AUMore Like This
AN: Noticed the severe lack of Ingo fics. Decided to alleviate that little problem. This is a moment that should have happened but never did happen in Crossing of Ingo.
'I'm tempted to nudge him, accidently on purpose; just to be sure his eyes will open. He'd be cross though. He's having a good dream, I think. He's smiling in his sleep. Maybe he's dreaming it's all over and we've made the Crossing and all the Mer are welcoming us home! His lips move as if he's talking to someone in his sleep.'
Crossing of Ingo, p182
I smile. Whatever his dream is, it involves me. I don't know why, but I feel warm, but slightly guilty. This is his private time.
But he listens in on your thoughts....
I leaned in a little closer and brush the long tendrils of dark hair away from his face and waited.
"Sapphire....I love you...."
Though his murmured words should have warmed me just as much as his dreaming about me, but all I felt was l
Rip Van Winkle and Child!reader: MamaMore Like This
When you were born, you were the most beautiful thing Rip Van Winkle had ever seen.
She fell in love when she saw your tiny hands raised in fists as you wailed in the arms of a nurse, how tiny you had been then. Though your birth was less than welcoming at first, for you were nothing more to your mother's parents than Rip's "growing disgrace" and "a stain upon this decent family". Yet Rip could not see the contamination visible only to her mother and father. Rather, she saw only the faint vestiges of the man she had passionately loved nine months previously, before he was sent away to do the Fatherland's work. More importantly she saw own countenance reflecting back at her when you opened your eyes and smiled for the first time as she cradled you like a porcelain doll. You had your father's eyes doubtless, but she selfishly saw more of herself from thereafter in your delicate facial features and lovely curls not unlike her own. Her parents be damned if they saw any fault in your purity
Shadow X Female Human!Reader: My Immortal HeroREAD THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THE STORY!!!!!More Like This
_____ _____ was your name, you loved to draw, read and write stories, but you longed to go out on a real adventure. Unfortunately, that would never happen, you're too frail, and your father is afraid that you'll get hurt and die. So because you could never experience a real adventure, you are stuck reading and writing about them. Sometimes you think that you are stuck in a bubble that wouldn't pop.
The only reason for this over protectiveness was because you were slowly dying. Not dying like you had your heart broken and you’re sad, dying literally. Technically, you weren't suppose to live past your sixth birthday, but now you’re (your age) year of age. Although the “you won’t live to see your 20th birthday” still hangs over your head, haunting you every moment of your short life. It irks at your mind, making you que
Hermit DuckulaIt was another monotonous morning in Castle Duckula, home of the remaining Count of the Duckula dynasty. Outside, the typical Transylvanian weather nosily splattered against the window panes, accompanied by dismal grey clouds on the horizon.More Like This
"Nanny, where's my oatmeal?" the Castle's master demanded. Count Duckula wasn't usually a morning person, and having to wait a whole minute past eight for his breakfast only contributed to his ire. "And don't forget the brown sugar!"
"Coming, Ducky-boos!" sang the ever-cheery voice of his dim-witted maid as she crashed through the door, bowl in hand.
Duckula groaned. "Nanny, remember that little discussion we had about using the door?" he said through gritted teeth.
"Ooh, Ducky-boos, I thought I did come through the door!" a confuzzled Nanny replied, staring blankly at the giant hole she just made.
Duckula heaved a great sigh, pushed himself away from his chair and
Extraordinary Eyes ~ an Alucard x Bullied!readerYou sat there trying to regain your composure, but somehow could not find it. Your co-workers treated you like dirt; just because you could see things others couldn't. Just because your eyes saw even the tiniest detail. Just because you never missed a shot at the firing range. Usually, a sniper could handle their emotions and lock them away at the drop of a hat; however, at the moment you could not find the means to do so. As if by a form of bad luck, your worst tormentor, Jane, appears. Though she's worked for Hellsing longer, you got the promotion; hence, she used you as a punching bag because of it. "Oh, what's wrong, ______?" She said to you snidely. "Have you finally figured out how much of a freak you are?" You simply turned away from her. "Oh, is the freak upse-" Her question was cut off by a cruel, deep, velvety voice. "How pathetic." Both your heads turned to the doorway to see Alucard, the Hellsing organization's trump card, standing there. Embarrassment washed over youMore Like This
Papa!Alucard x Child!readerMore Like This
You nudged the slumbering man in the ribs with your elbow, and frowned when you received no response. Nothing in all the world would wake him now. Your father had the nasty habits of sleeping soundly though the night and going to bed early, he had little regard for your insomnia. A promise made more than thirty years ago was enough to keep you awake until all hours of the morning. You had to try and wake him. The sun would rise any time now and you didn't want to miss seeing the first rays of light warm the earth, a sight he had been promising to show you for many months now. How long had it been since you had been able to see the morning light? You had lost count of the days long ago.
"Papa." You said a little louder, and shook his body slightly.
Nothing. His grip tightened around your emaciated body and he burrowed his face deeper into your rather messy hair. He might have murmured something of an admonishment, commanding you to go back to sleep. Yet presently you did not c
Alucard x reader: SurpriseAlucard x reader (One-shot)More Like This
You sighed as you walked into your room. After unceremoniously flopping onto your bed, you let out a groan. Today's mission had been tougher than usual. The man you were targeting had been able to avoid Hellsing's watchful eyes for months, and he spent these months building up his army of zombie-like vampires called 'ghouls'.
You never could see the appeal in an army of these creatures. The only advantage they had was that they were difficult to fully kill. Other than that, they were pretty useless. The only thing that kept them motivated was their craving for flesh and blood, but this thirst also made them very easily distracted. They were also just really stupid! It's almost as if the person that had turned them into ghouls sucked out their brains, too.
Nonetheless, fighting off hordes of these brain-damaged-zombie-vampire-things got tiring. You rolled over and looked around your darkly colored room, which consisted mostly of bla
Alucard and child!reader: VinylMore Like This
Vampires throughout the centuries thirsted for only one thing, and that was the taste of human blood. You, being well on your way to what Alucard considered a "proper vampire" thirsted for this as well. And indeed your hunger was legendary. Being turned as a poor child on the edge of death by malnutrition had given you a much stronger desire for the stuff, only one blood pack or person was simply not enough for you, and Alucard along with Master Integra complained often about the constant feeding. On your off nights when Alucard was not around to control your hunger, one could usually find you strolling around the Hellsing manor late at night sucking away at one or maybe two blood packs at a time, all the while searching constantly for more. However, your thirst was not only limited to blood. The only other vice you had was simple and less messy: vinyl records.
Since you had grown up in a household where anything other than breathing and hard manual labor was considered sin, wandering
Pale Blue Fan Art Contest! + Steam GreenlightYup, you heard it right~ fan art contest~!More Like This
The theme is simple,
Create an artwork featuring any of Pale Blue Character(s)
for more detail and design of each character, visit our KS page :
Pale Blue on Kickstarter
The artwork must be in size of A4 (the orientation may be portrait or landscape) with aminimum resolution of 300 dpi.
We’ll wait your submission up until June 17th, 2014.
Selected winner will get a Pale Blue printed poster and will be featured in the artbookand in-game gallery!
Send your submission to :
And you're free to upload your works to your galleries or social media~!
Show your love toward Pale Blue and submit your best design~ Good luck!
A Tribute to Hans Ruedi GigerMore Like This
He was an artist you might not know.
But you’ve met his children…
It’s rare that a “new” iconic monster is born and becomes forever identifiable,—— no matter the variations, by generation after generation. So it was when George Romero created the ultimate “zombie” in his Night of the Living Dead in 1968. Zombie Apocalypse fans today may have never heard of George or seen the original “Night,” but the zombies they so love in fare like The Walking Dead owe their existence to Romero’s original vision.
In 1979, screenwriter Dan O’Bannon craft
My Neighbor TotoroMore Like This
Come out, come out, where ever you are!
My Neighbor Jake by rismo
Dysfunctional Neighbour Totoro by spacecoyote
My Neighbour, Hulk by Samoubica
Totoro with Full Moon by Twinky-Dink
Totoro and Mei by Syntetyc
Totoro playing the ocarina by Syntetyc A moment in Totoro's life by Syntetyc
YotTotGuu by theCHAMBA
Totoro and Mei - Excursion by Syntetyc
Totoro's forest by Syntetyc
Totoro's dream by Syntetyc
Totoro and Catbus by Syntetyc
Cat Bus stop by AndyPritchard
Totoro by lires
Totoro by sxan
Totoro by Nesskain
Riding the Wind in the Sky by theCHAMBA
Totoro by nakuruaki
Totoro Transportation: Catbus by KrisCynical
Allons-y Totoro by Design-By-Humans
My Neighbor Venusaur by Piscimancy
Raffles (Results)I HORRIBLY SORRY FOR THE LATENESS! but the result are now in ^^More Like This
Sorry for not extravagant- scarejump stuff but yep!
:iconSheiling: will receive #1st prize
:iconSpooky-sunshine: will receive #2nd prize!
:iconlizell: will receive #3rd prize!
:iconlilithsinclair: will receive #4th prize!
THANK YOU FOR JOINING ONCE AGAIN AND THE WINNERS- please note me the reference<3 thank you once again and sorry for quite the delay!
THANK YOU FOR JOINING-- OK BYE
WELCOME TO IJU FIRST RAFFLE- :iconmaniacscreamplz:
I always wanted to do this. but then, i'm being lazy butt (actually im being lazy to organize but I'm not organized person weeps)
but yeah, raffle time just to say thank you for watching me whether you are new watcher or old. I'm thankful for that and I rarely draw for people lately so this is your chance to shine!(no)
What will you get?
It will be 4 winners for 4 prizes! (each fo
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Mastering The Magic ofMonster Making
15.7 million fans tuned in for the fourth season finale of the AMC cable channel’s hit series The Walking Dead, making it one of the most watched hour-drama broadcasts in cable history.
More than a mere gore fest, critical approval for the show has come by way of nominations from the Writers Guild of America and the Golden Globes. World War Z
Hey Remember Me?Hey remember me?More Like This
Without anyone to talk to,
Yeah we met last week
I'm so glad
You actually remembered me.
Hey remember me?
That we could hang out.
I know it might
Seem a bit strange to ask
But are we friends?
Now I can be at ease
You’re really here with me
It wasn't just a tease.
Hey remember me?
Just a little bit though
I thought you liked me
Because of that
Because of the way I am
Hey remember me?
To keep up a smile
But it’s getting pretty hard
Because every once in awhile
It seems like all you want
Is for me to cry.
Is that what a friend does?
Hey remember me?
Please say you do
I'm your friend
And all that entails
So I can take them
All your continual assails
As long as you remember me
I doubt my heart will fail.
Hey remember me?
I'm being forgotten
Though I suppose that means you don't
You never do
Never even try to
Even after all I've begged of you
Even after all we've been through
You treat me like
Boys and GirlsI like boys.More Like This
I like girls.
I like diamonds,
I like pearls.
I’m not ‘confused’.
I’m not a ‘whore’.
I’m just ‘bisexual’,
I know that for sure.
It does exist.
It is for real.
It’s not a lie or a cloak,
It’s just how I feel.
I’ve kissed girls.
I’ve kissed boys.
Some were serious,
Some were toys.
Boys are hot.
Girls are too.
Tell me it’s a ‘phase’,
And I’ll punch you.
I like boys.
I like girls.
I like diamonds,
I like pearls.
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Foreword by techgnotic
Christopher Behrens, the 7-year deviantART member contributing this wonderful history of watercolors to depthRADIUS, along with curating artists and interviews, is a modern renaissance man held in high regard by fans of his unique artistic vision. He is an independent filmmaker, author, and a masterful watercolorist in his own right. His gallery of works can be perused here.
Watercolor by ctbehrens
he history of painting begins with watercolor as it is the oldest painting med
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitesMore Like This
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent