I hope everyone is having a good morning! ^_^
Because now, without further ado
is my first lovely feature consisting of just a *FEW* of the INCREDIBLE artists Ive had the pleasure of meeting in my time here on deviantART. They are all truly talented individuals, and their stunning photos captured and held my attention instantly; I hope you like them as well!
Feel free to check out their galleries too, if youd like!
Greetings lovelies! :love: I know it's been quite awhile since I've been active, but I thought I'd post an update... Most of my photos are on Instagram now: https://www.instagram.com/khaosnight/ And I started a patreon as well: https://www.patreon.com/khaosnight I'm fairly new to patreon and open to ideas if anyone has any on what I should post! Currently, I have a full rope bondage photo shoot in the woods. (See my latest photos) So, if you'd like to donate to support my work on here or there, it would be very much appreciated! Any little bit helps :heart: Comments, likes, favorites & construct criticism is always welcome as well! :)
I feel so false
It is as if everything about who I am, what I identify as has been stripped away and replaced by something manageable. Something that can be commanded and controlled, told what to do. That is what work by definition is. I used to define myself in a certain way. As a devotee of truth, a lover of wisdom. But what is wisdom, if not experience accompanying correct knowledge? And have I not gained that? Some people like to insist upon happiness being the ultimate goal to living. And once I believed that too. But now I know the truth. Everything has a price.
You may not know this about me...
But I'm writing a tragedy. Concerning a series of unfortunate events that happened to me a little over two years ago. I do not know how to fully describe it, or if I will ever even manage to finish it. All I know is that every time I begin writing it, I become overwhelmed with the memories. How can I process such things? I want to tell my story, but I don't know how to. And when I write, there is a voice inside my head dictating the words that I should use, as though influenced by a mystical muse, whispering in my ear. I know now that my motives then were flawed; blinded by belief, hope, lust for power and status. All of which hindered me fro
Group Feature # 9
:love: Greetings lovely group members! :love: I know it's been long a long while, but I thought I'd post a new feature! :heart::excited::heart: I really hope you enjoy! :heart::excited::heart: :heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart: Group Feature #1: https://beauty-captured.deviantart.com/journal/Group-Feature-1-353164728 :heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart: Group Feature #2: https://beauty-captured.deviantart.com/journal/Group-Feature-2-360291240 :heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:heart:*~*:
Thanks a whole bunch, Priscilla, for including two of my Deviations in this marvelous Feature! I'm in good company now, that's for sure. Does this mean I'm famous, too? *adds "No autographs please" to visiting cards*