anyways, i still love you guys.


youYou're a virus. You with your slipp'ry words Utterances of formality; our proximity is perilous Never closer when so many miles away, Never further away when your voice is at my ear. You guide me down paths I once ignored Knowing them wrong and dangerous. Certain words slide my thoughts to you: Tension, straddle, pleasurable, addictive. You're a virus. Hemlock-laced muffin? Yes, please. You're oh so delicous.you


a thought before bedEverything in this life is momentary. Your thoughts are momentary, as are your dreams (mere delusions, when you stop and think of them, for what can your sleeping mind know of reality -- foolish.) And the pacifists sleep quiet in their graves, and Lewis sleeps quiet in Narnia, which was his delusion. And we busy ourselves with studies of the world -- sociology, calculus, electromagnets -- all of them foolish, momentary dreams... I awaken from my dream and am tired.a thought before bed


They walked alongThey walked along, arms brushing awkwardly like teenage lovers arms generally do. When she dared to dart a glance over, she caught the end movement of Js glance darting away. Shyly, she ventured to risk an unsteady hand over to bridge the gap between them.They walked along
The sun blazed its last as they walked, infusing the people and places with a honey color that gradually began to darken and cool out with indigo and amethyst undertones.
Looking around, she saw couples with arms around each other, locking lips. Combined with the sunset and the beach songs emanating from vendors stereos, the scene was nauseatingly rom


The quick rushThe quick rush associated with a cup of coffee was beginning to affect her and, with her already agitated state, small nervous tics were immerging. Her feet swung under the table, connecting with the chair legs with a low thunk. She drummed her fingers on the tabletop. She chewed viciously on her lower lip.The quick rush
Waiting was not her strong point. Impatient to the core, it wasnt so much that she hated waiting, but that she hated being strung along without knowledge. The caffeine pumping through her body only heightened her edginess.
She pulled out her cell phone and jabbed at the side buttons, illuminating the date a


Window to the Soul?If eyes are the window to the soul Then why Do I feel, when I highlight With black mask-era That Im drawing away from my Inner Self That when I conceal the shadows under my eyes Im erasing a bit of what it means to be human And freezing into another glossy picture of a faceWindow to the Soul?
If eyes could communicate . . . No, but Ive seen the message. They tell us to talk with our eyes and our bodies Ive seen that translated A hundred times over on the big screen And a million times over on ads on TV The unvaried vocabulary The vernacular o
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Commission info [link]
Are you going to upload more of your photos?
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The brain was billions of years or more in the making. Each one is a unique make and model. What will you do with yours? -quoted from here *taps head*
i probably will, but i mainly use flickr for them
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The brain was billions of years or more in the making. Each one is a unique make and model. What will you do with yours? -quoted from here *taps head*
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"You don't know how long I've been,
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand,
And let's jump out the window."
-The Shins
<3
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"All that we are is a result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become." -Buddha
"War, that's my skills spelled backwards." -Jeru the Damaja (A real rapper and poet)
Hopefully I'll draw more things in the future that are worth appreciating. :3
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