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Whisper For a Good NightWatch me break
Watch me snap.
Watch me as i finally crack.
Watch me bleed
Watch me scream.
I beg you to leave
And take your pain from me.
Watch me run
See me hide.
Watch me writhe from all the pain inside.
Watch me breath
Then watch me die.
Kiss me and whisper for a good night.
love and hatredI love you.
I hate you.
Stay with me forever!
Stay away from me!
Will you listen to me?
Will you ever be quiet?
Is everything okay?
Everything will never be okay.
I can help you!
I can hurt you!
PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!
I'm trying to help you!
NO ONE CAN EVER HELP ME!
Dear DA 4/22/12Dear DA-
I have learned that fear is a device of our own creation. I often watch myself and others in situations where fear is turned into rage, pain, and depression. The communication breaks down and often a fight will rage that never end because the real issue isn't being addressed. I have noticed more and more how fear manipulates our lives in negative ways. It prevents progress, undermines positivity, and ruins our self esteem. We shouldn't ever fear the things that may happen, did happen, or are happening. Instead, I have learned that we should fear only fear itself and those who sew it.
For those who sew fear and negativity cannot help us or themselves. It is easy to be dragged down by them and the insecurity that surrounds us all. This is why we must surround ourselves with people who love and care for us. They are the ones who will bring us up no matter how horrible it may be. It is the people who never make a effort to change that we must avoid. They will never truly love or a
WHAT IS-I DONT EVENWorst romance novels ever
I couldn't even breath when I read this one --->
Eleven Gods of the Night are incarnated for the first time in 65 million years, summoned to protect humanity from an all-encompassing evil that is coming in 2012, at the end of the Mayan calendar. While currently incarnated as deadly, handsome men, they have the ability to assume their prior formsthose of gigantic dinosaurs. One of them, Ty Endeka, develops a powerful attraction to his taxi driver, Kelly Maloy, with whom he must fight the forces of eviland of desire.
Save a Brontesaurus. Ride these guys.
ALSO - Worst analogies ever written by high schoolers :
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at
ResentmentYou say nothing will ever bother you as you casually brush off both haters and passionate preachers with the same thoughtless flick of your wrist. And you claim nothing will ever get to you under your thick hide of apathy. You seem immovable, no untouchable, meditating with your head held high and a smug grin on your carefree lips that never so much as twitch.
Yet you need not utter a word to get under my skin. I cant stand the sight of you acting so high and mighty, as if worldly affairs do not affect you in the slightest. Your unconcerned attitude shows, perhaps, your inability to care about anything, or anyone, at all. In that respect, I pity you, but it also makes you a waste of space, a faulty investment for humanity.
You have no purpose to your life, so I dont expect you to understand what it means to be determined about a goal; but just for the record, mine is to crack your shell, at any cost, and expose what is inside. Ill put an end to all the a
In need one sees who his friend is?..You always have people around you that would support you when you are in trouble or face problems. As long as you have nothing in your life to be envied for, as long as there are themes to rant about together - you have friends! But then you become a happier man, good things happen for you - you actually WORK to get them or maybe they come as your fate decides - doesn't matter really. Once it happens - oh, even at the very fleeting mentions of these positive changes you start getting wakeners from these very people you considered close ones. WTF is going on?
Real friends are tried not by need but by happiness. True friend will be sincerely glad for you when everything is Good or gets better.
But when you are in grief - anyone who doesn't have a stone in their chest instead of heart will be able to console you.
Just speaking up bothering thoughts, don't pay attention.
Self-HatredI hate myself.
I'm so stupid.
I'm so ugly.
I'm so fat.
And I'm sorry
that I ever
wasted your time,
that I'm fucked up,
that I'm weak,
that I'm shy.
that I don't know how to be
who you want me to be.
I'm sorry you don't like me.
I'm sorry I can't make friends.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm me.
I'm sorry I'm alive.
I want to go to sleep,
and never wake up.
I want to die.
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
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