The ground of celestial perfection is infinity away from the tallest tower.
The VoicesSpeak to me
Call me names
Tell me to do things
I don't want to do
For some reason
I listen to them
And I hate it
I want to do what I want to do
How often do these voices speak to you?
And how does that make you feel?
You did not just ask me that question
I makes me feel like I'm not in control of my life
What do they say to you?
(Please be an easy case)
(Don't already be a criminal)
"Think about the consequences"
"Don't cut yourself"
"Don't eat that last cookie"
It doesn't seem like you have a problem
But I do
It's these damn voices
But they're good voices
You're lying to me
Why are you lying to me?
I'm not I just think you don't need and medicine for your "problem"
You are supposed to help me
But you don't have a problem
Now I have another problem then
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
MoonlessThe moonless evening
turns its back against the sky
and leaves it empty.
Perhaps the morning
will come back with its hands full,
holding up the sun.
Love is a PhoenixI have seen nothing more tragic,
Than watching love die.
Enduring it’s painfully fade,
As it stubbornly clings to life
The slow death of a love,
That’s filled with years of life.
Or the sudden snap,
As it blinks away in a lover’s eye.
It doesn’t go easy,
And it doesn’t go fast.
It goes out fighting,
Because love was made to last.
It is a brilliant flame,
Drowned in water.
It clings to the air,
With all its dying embers.
Yes, I have seen no sadder sight,
Than watching love as it dies.
But I have been blessed to gazed upon no otherworldly scene,
Than watching love be born again, anew and free.
queen of nothing.what I've learned:
I still remember singing in my room when I was six, and having my mother come down the hall and slam the door so hard that the windows shook.
Her nails hurt when she scraped the tears off my face. "It doesn't matter what you want," she'd always tell me.
Like, when that drunk driver swerved and hit her car I didn't want her to leave me, and it didn't matter.
Once on vacation I bought a pair of fuzzy leather heels for two hundred dollars, and when I wore them to dinner, I found out that
1. "Suede" is a fancy word for "fuzzy leather."
And 2. Good things don't last: That night my cousin told me that she thought 135 pounds was a little too big for five foot eight. So I tore my tights up to the thigh and threw those new suede heels in the garbage.
It felt good later, to know that they couldn't hate me more than I hate myself.
My six-word story from ninth grade reads, "If I don't laugh, I'll cry."
When I read that treating people like trash to gets them to nee
a shut in placeMeg's world is a world of uneven earth and blue skies, surface rock cracked and blown about by howling wind. She runs through wasteland, stumbles with purpose towards a wooden desk in the distance. She runs and runs, dirt and stones scuffing Mary Janes, but the writing desk is a finish line she can't reach.
"Why a writing desk?" her friend Alex says when she tells him about the dream. He emphasizes the question with a hand, waving the sandwich he's holding towards her before taking a bite.
She's left out details: how she is smaller, younger, a smooth-faced child with little hands dressed in her Sunday best instead of the twenty-one-year-old English major she knows herself to be. How the desk speaks of a familiarity she can't place and screams of a significance she can't understand. How she's been having the same dream for weeks and how it haunts her every waking moment with an urgency of impending consequence and menacing complexity that reminds her of Kafka.
Meg shrugs, the motion cau
A Flowerwould I, I would
walk in Hiroshima, a flower
cannot say much
underneath cypress trees
we can believe
pyramid builders used stars
to map something there
sand in my hand, sand
back to where I gathered it
the cypress branches at
night canvas us like a pyramid
as it should be, with light
coming down in shafts
I'd have a flower for every
thing we ever did that needs one
that is an uncountable amount
of flowers and we
cannot count the stars
in a universe we do not understand
to my lullabies, old and newyou always were
my favorite lullaby
i once thought
our endless song
would carry through
forever and beyond
i quickly learned
how things change
our melody ended
my heart cracked
but something new
has finally occurred
a sweeter lullaby
with welcoming hope
a brighter horizon
thanks to you
farewell old lullaby
and good luck
...Jada are you doing okay
Its so hard you guys... its so hard to be strong...
Im stepped on, told Im not good enough. Its only proof when I flunk school. People ask why I never go hang out with people... I have lots of excuses... and lots of reasons. Some are better than others.
Life is ment to be tough... but is it meant to be this tough? So hard it makes you wish you would die? I sometimes wish I had the guts to pull the trigger, to get out. I cant see a path out of this. No matter what I do, its like Im not going anywhere. Im stuck in place, staring at my own personal room of pointless drama, hate, death, sadness, and cruelty. My own personal hell...
I know people have it worse than I do... But that doesnt mean I dont feel it...
Every other friday I have to go by to my mothers... its like Im stabbed with another knife forcing myself to smile. Its only because she ruins everything about me. Its selfish to point the figure though... isnt it...
I make a lot of mistakes, and I know everyone else does to... Its n
The Blood in your Veins - Part 1Fair Warning, this one falls under TRAGEDY.
An alternate ending to season 4 and the complete opposite of 'Hell Bent'
The Blood in your Veins
Dean splashed the warm water on his face, closing his eyes for a moment to reflect on the day he'd just had. The day that had changed everything in the blink of an eye. Sam as he knew him, was gone and the road he was on just seemed to be getting narrower. He'd promised his servitude to the angel who had pulled him from Hell, but now regretted his decision as he watched his little brother slide over to the dark side he feared. He let out a sigh and opened his eyes, jumping slightly when he caught the reflection in the mirror of the angel standing behind him in the small motel washroom. "Dude, you couldn't wait till I was done?" He groaned, turning to face the angel that had suddenly appeared.
"We need to talk." Castiel started, eyeing the busted lip and bruised cheekbone.
"I'm not really in the mood Cas." Dean growled, passing a towel over
fall to intangibility with meYou're just one of those lionhearted rarities; distinct in this world of fast-moving heartbeats and electric cacophony. For every key you touch is another second of pending and disquieted love. One of those ethereal extinctions; before everyone turns their eyes on you you've already flown away.
I stand watching under your dim balcony behind a happy façade; Watching you like a dream catcher. Because I keep cotton clouds in glass jars and paint my world in shades of white and write your name in the spaces between my fingertips.
Weeks are rigid borders like prison barring minutes in; and cliffs made of metal;
I watch you laugh and frown through those incandescent gold reflections.
I want to write you the most beautiful nocturne and paint you something abstract of gold swirls and blue intangibilities to hang on your ceiling;
to make you think of me.
While years and years race past me I drag old clothes out of closets until flecks of dust dance in the air because I want to be a butterf
Binary tool eraser for Paint Tool SAII get asked this quite a few times, and sometimes I see people trying to use the regular eraser to erase pixel lines in SAI. There is a way to make a binary tool eraser, which will make your life tons easier and keep your lineart and shading looking sharp!
After I did this, it was a lot easier to do pixels, especially when I shade. I build up layers and multiply them and erase away highlights.
I just thought I should post this for those who wanted to know!