Staying Strong...Not the easiest thing in the world. -.-
I basically wanted to make this journal to let you guys know... That I have horrible days too. We're all in this together... Keeping each other optimistic, keeping each other strong.
And I promise to be there for you guys (And I hope you guys are there for me too!) even through the hardest of all times.
I want you guys to know that YOU HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU, and pssst!! ... i'm one of them
I hope you guys are staying beautiful and wonderful <3 and hey, you're amazing, remember that.
So yeah. I'm not having the best day... But I hope you are having the best day ever
To the people saying I committed suicideSomeone told me through a note that they had seen some things from others, saying I had committed suicide...
Well, I'd like everyone to know that I am alive, doing better than I have been, and I adore you guys more than ever! <3
I love you all!
Oh good lord. My life.That awkward moment when your friend's little brother shoots you with a miniature gun thing, and the "bullet" goes down your shirt, so you're just standing there like O_O and he's screaming "DID IT JUST GO DOWN YOUR CLOTHES!? IT WENT DOWN HER CLOTHES!!" so you go to the living room and start searching through your shirt for this little bullet thing and then you find it, and when you walk awkwardly back into the kitchen, everyone's like "did you find it?!" and you're just like... ._. yes.
Love you guys :Dyou're all so beauttiiiffull <3
I want you all to know that you're amazing, and you all mean the world to me. Stay strong... I need you all! And if you're feeling down, note me, or message me on my facebook page. Love you guys.
Stay strong, stay happy, stay beautiful! <3
HatersWelllll! I got a TON of haters on my new poem, "Before You Kill Yourself"...
uhm xD Just a message to the haters. I could care less, bro
If i made someone happy with my poem, i did what i had to do. I don't care if it ticks you off. Just, here's some advice: don't expose the fact that you have nothing to do with your life than leave rude comments on people's suicide prevention poems to the world.
*cough* that was rude of me. But anyway, love you guys (and yes, even the haters!)
In my head...In my head,
The birds that fly above me
Are the dragons of my kingdom.
In my head,
Cats and dogs are lions and wolves,
And my fish is a sea monster.
In my head,
My pen is a sword,
And I’m fighting witches and evil men
To find my prince charming.
In my head,
Butterflies spin through the air
And fly through my bedroom windows
To whisper things in a language
That only I understand.
In my head,
There is a world other than
These black and white dreams
And these faded grey skies.
In my head,
There is a universe.
Can’t you see it, too?
My existence...Well I guess it's time for me to rant about my failures in life. Sounds like a good thing to do. I'm going to number my failures in the past 24 hours to help you realize how dumb i truly am. Enjoy, oh glorious watchers of mine.
1) I woke up this morning and saw my shadow on the wall. Naturally, I panic. Naturally, I have a muscle spasm because i freaked out. So I punched myself in the face. Strike one for Mikki.
2) After this beautiful moment of my own abuse toward my face, I walk into the kitchen to get food. I find food, I eat food. I enjoyed the food. And suddenly A;JBG;KSDJGB;SKDJGBS. my fork scrapes the plate. One of the worst sounds, i'd say. So I started choking on my last bite of burrito. I survived, though. Wooooohoo.
3) i ran into a door. A closed, clearly visible door.
4) I nearly dropped my glasses in the toilet. I didn't, because of my SUPER FAST NINJA SKILLS OF DOOM THAT YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE AWESOMENESS OF, but i almost did. and that's bad enough.
5) i also fell asle
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
Treacherous Loyalty ProPart1Megatron: Empathy
I have claimed that I am without. Many believe me. Gullible fools! I am not without mercy. Starscream is still alive is he not? And Prime- my great Nemesis- was also living. Many an opportunity had presented itself for his death to be carried out. I had ignored all in favour of continuing the war and ending it in a more... fitting way. I was after all loyal to the Prime deep down and a good death was only fitting for the great leader. It was not his fault that the war started after all, it had been those before him that were at fault.
All gladiators had a code of honour and I followed it to the letter. "Show no weakness, show no fear to your enemy in the arena and show respect out of it" It states and I obey.
I have always had fears. Always. The fear of fear itself was one of my greatest. It severed me well that particular fear. I scared myself into being reckless and fearless. But there was one fear I could never hold at bay or control and use to
TFP: Mercy Ch. 1
Chapter 1: Mercy
Mercy. That was hardly the word for what was surely going to transpire upon his return to the Nemesis. Starscream flew as slowly as he dared, trying to put as much time between him and his fate as possible. However, he knew that if he were to veer even for a moment from his path that Megatron would be upon him within a matter of minutes. At least in that instance, it would be he who was the master of his own fate rather than to lay himself at the feet of that tyrant. But no, he had pleaded, begged even for this chance. Probably the last one he would ever be given.
Starscream cursed inwardly. Stellar cycles of careful planning with nothing to gain but failure after failure. He had been wrong to pin the fool on Megatron. Just one more of the lies that he had told himself. 'Megatron is weak. He's losing his touch on reality.' All the more reason that he, Starscream, should be the leader, by force if necessary. He would use Megatron's own weaknesses against him and usurp h
Clipped Chapter 1"Oh scrap," Starscream cried out as he saw the motorcycle autobot enter the small enclosure he'd found in the cave. He had one hand on a minuscule deposit of energon, and was otherwise preoccupied with keeping himself clinging to the rock face a good twenty feet off the ground.
"Starscream, I had a feeling I'd find you here," Arcee said with a cold stare, raising two guns and preparing to shoot. "This is for Cliff-"
"Wait! WAIT! This cavern is unstable from over mining-!" He curled up and covered his head with his arms as two blaster shots came his way, descending to the ground at an alarming rate. The relatively short tumble was not nearly as concerning as the small rocks that hit him while he lie on the ground; only a warning of the much more substantial boulders that hurriedly followed.
Starscream moaned in discomfort as he came to, a sharp pain twinging right broad wing. Without thinking much of the situation he was in, he jerked left as he sat up. A sharp metallic sound echo
I Am Not a Real Woman?I see a lot of obese women posting pictures of their bodies, and getting endless praise for being "brave" "confident" and "a REAL woman".
I am a real woman, too. But when I post pictures of my skinny body, I get insulted and harassed.
I am a model. I go to photo shoots and get made-up, lit-up, and photo-shopped. Then I go home, and I have a real life, and real problems, and real feelings.
I love my body, but I do not promote my emaciated look as a beauty ideal. Yet, I get slammed continuously for glorifying an unhealthy standard. Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of people die of obesity each year, but we continue to promote obesity as "normal" "beautiful" and "real".
I don't really care what you're into or whether or not I embody it. There's no reason to be so disrespectful to others about body image, ever. Everyone should love their body, and everyone should strive for optimum health.
That is all.
Hidden in the nightMy fingers on your lips
Like kissing the keys of a piano
So soft and full of melodies
Waiting to be played.
Let me love you in the night
When nobody sees my fears
When your mouth is sweet
When the moon is sun.
Spell my name slowly
And don't forget to smile when you say it.
Read my eyes when I love you
And find me out under the sky.
Make me forget the time.
Touch my soul through my face.
Hide in my arms.
Hide in my chest.
Kiss me softly
Again and again
Kiss me for last time
Hidden in my hands
Hidden in the night
When the light comes from us
When the life sleeps
When the love starts
When the pain can't sing.
Beyond your silenceBeyond your silence I find you
And I know you don't tell what you want.
Behind the door of your smile I meet you
And I know you just say what is right.
You live in a world others made for you
And you still don't build your own place.
You want to believe in what is safe
And don't take the risk to think by yourself.
You're afraid of failing like a sinner
And this scruple turns you into a slave.
You think you're good but you're just like me.
Afraid of mirror, afraid of us.
A pure heart doesn't come from rules.
A pure heart is born in the simplicity.
A heart that fails, a soul that aches,
A heart that loves, a soul that claims.
Let me know you beyond your silence.
Let me see how beautiful is the house of your life.
Let me enjoy the colour of your thoughts.
Let me know what you want.
Let me know who you are.
DESCARGA BANGERZ (CD).Para quienes quieran descargar el nuevo CD de Miley ''Bangerz (iTunes Deluxe Version)'', se los paso aquí por este journal, solo pidanme el link en los comentarios. Lo hago para quienes somos pobres y no lo podemos comprar u_u.
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Ahora los escritores pueden vender impresiones.:iconPrintsForLit:
deviantART es hogar para todo tipo de artistas, y el "deviantART Prints Program & Shop" (programa de dA para Impresiones y Tienda) es otra posibilidad para que los artistas sean vistos y hacer que sus trabajos estén disponibles para compra. Ahora será más fácil que nunca para los escritores, autores y poetas el hacer y vender impresiones de sus trabajos escritos.
"Prints for Lit" (impresos para literatura) ofrece plantillas de alta calidad listas para la impresión, así como paquetes de plantillas para descargar gratuitamente por los escritores que deseen utilizarlos como fondo para sus escritos.
Las plantillas son creadas por un pequeño y selecto grupo de talentosos diseñadores de todo deviantArt, y son libres de uso para el propósito de impresiones.
No necesitas obtener permiso de los diseñadores puesto que ya hemos proveído este, haciendo de esta forma que el proceso sea lo mas simple posib
I was born invisibleI was born invisible, my bones a burden.
My eyelids weighed a hundred pounds;
how could I have possibly opened them?
I want to shrink away to a ghost's whisper -
only then would I be worthy of being seen.
Lost and Found Part 1In hindsight, Optimus Prime would muse at a later date, perhaps it hadn't been smart to stop at Wheeljack's work space and check up on his latest project on his way to have Trailbreaker look over and fine-tune his rifle. But it had seemed a good idea at the time -- the Autobot scientist was bright, no question about it, but keeping a close optic on him and his tinkering was important. Left to his own devices, his inventions and projects could raise no small amount of chaos.
Normally he trusted the other scientists and technicians to keep tabs on Wheeljack's projects, but as he scanned the labs he realized that everyone here was too preoccupied with their own work to do so. Perceptor and Skyfire were deeply engrossed in a study of a starmap in one corner of the room, while Trailbreaker tinkered with the internal components of Tracks' black-light ray in another. There was no sign of Hoist or Beachcomber -- the former was in the repair bay helpi
Taught to loveYou can try but you'll never forget me.
You can smile but you'll never smile as you smiled at me.
You can think of another person, but your heart won't beat
as it beat for me.
You can cry alone in your bed, but you'll never cry as you
cried for me.
You can stroke a face with tenderness but it'll feel
strange because you memorized my features.
You can be in other arms but you'll doubt to lean your
forehead on that chest.
You will kiss other lips for long even, but when you open
your eyes you won't find me.
You'll go to sleep talking to yourself to don't see me in
your dreams but you know it won't work.
Nobody treats you as I did, right?
Nobody tells you the things I told you.
Nobody gives you life as I gave.
Nobody stops to understand you as I did.
But you keep being distant as if you never met me.
You deleted my name from your lips but you can't erase
You say you're fantastic but don't say it looking at me.
I'm not silly, I know you well.
It is not your fault,
TF - Unwanted Ch 1Chapter 01: Unwanted
Shocked, disgusted and admittedly to a great part also terrified the mech starred into the mirror, or more precisely at the reflection of his spark and especially the aberration.
Now, every medic would tell him, that it was definitely not an aberration, but he was the Lord High Protector Megatron and for someone like him having been knocked up by stranger after a night of too much highgrade definitely qualified the result as an absolutely unwanted aberration.
In a spur of the moment decision the silver warrior pulled out a gun from subspace and tried to take aim at the sparklet, but it was too small and circled too fast around his own orb to take aim and while temporarily of unsound mind Megatron wasn't suicidal, left aside, that of all the ways to die for a cybertronian this had to be the most undignified.
Growling the Lord High Protector put the gun away again and closed his chest plates. He obviously wouldn't get rid of that mistake now, but sooner or lat
TF and HP - Four's a CrowdPURGE & DOWSE, LTD./ST. MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES
It was a hot day in London. To be exact, it was a hot, muggy, sticky day in London that seemed to suck the very oxygen out of the air, and so far the eighth in an unbroken streak of hot and sticky days that seemed bound and determined to suffocate the city in a heavy blanket of its own fumes. A ceiling of pasty gray clouds pinned the heat down amidst the streets and buildings, at the same time teasing and taunting the citizenry with an unfulfilled promise of cooling rain. Everywhere one looked they could see Londoners collapsed on benches or at bus stops, mopping useless sweat from their faces or waving newspapers in a desperate attempt to circulate some air. The entire city crawled along at a snail's pace, unwilling or unable to move any faster in the humid heat.
Outside a decrepit department store whose faded sign declared "Purge and Dowse Ltd. -- Closed For Renovation," two teenage boys putter
Thundercracker's Glory IntroIt was sound that returned first -- the groan of the ruined building settling around her, the sizzle of ripped wiring and circuitry, the hiss of air cycling through her own vents. Her audials, still partially stunned from the terrible rending explosion that had knocked her offline to begin with, tingled with pain as they received the new sounds, making her cranial shell throb. That pain only made her aware of other pains throughout her body -- scratches and dents the blast had inflicted upon her, and a painful weight on her left leg.
Cautiously she flicked on her optics, and their faint glow played upon the plating of her own arm, a battered but functional appendage that lay stretched out upon a bed of splintered metal and snarled wires. Beyond that arm lay a ragged slab of what had once been the wall of the workshop, a portion of a scrawled equation still visible upon its surface.
A faint whining registered on her audials, making her shrink back from the wall. Then she realized the no
Transformers - A Promise
"Catth me if you can~!" a gray sparkling exclaimed as he was chased by a slightly smaller, but colorful, one. "Oh, I will!"
The shrieks of utter joy and laughter echoed in the garden which amused two tall and proud mechs. "So you've made your decision?" the blue mech asked with a hint of concern in his deep voice.
"Yes. We'll be departing yet tonight", the taller one replied while following the sparklings' play with his crimson optics. "I really wish you wouldn't have to go. Optimus loves being with Megatron. Can't you reconsider this? It pains my old spark to separate our children", the blue mech said, imagining what his little one's reaction would be when he was told about his best friend's leave.
"I've got a lot of respect for you, Ultra Magnus, I really do but this has already been decided by the Council of Kaon. There's nothing I, you or anybody else can do to revoke the contract. I'm terribly sorry, my old friend", Galvatron apologized by placing his hand on the Magnus' should
This is not mine, I did not create it, I found it on the craft and vision website, here's the link.
There's a lot of great info here for Photographers and artists in general.
I love stumbling upon things like this... sometimes you read something that says exactly what you think, only it's expressed a thousand times more clearly, lol.
Anyway, I seriously hope this helps some of you, we all need Inspiration, support, encouragement and Understanding... I feel completely blessed that I get that from so many of you. I hope that by sharing things like this, I'm able to provide some measure of Encouragement and support to all of you as well! We are a community, here to lift each other up and help each other through those moments of doubt and insecurity.
I think my favorite line of this manifesto is "Art is not a competition, but a gift." I completely agree with that statement, I've witnessed and experienced
lost, but never foundsince you're gone,
i have become that one girl:
too much of not enough,
she only goes out after dark,
morphing through time
to the end.
who am i to shine?
what am i?
burn scars and washing machines,
the sound of an approaching train --
off the map,
a soft and fickle heart.
it's all the same
stumbling around after the storm.
these feelings cover me
like summer in Paris;
i see drops of Jupiter
(they are called fireworks for a reason).
my birdcage boy,
outsiders don't understand.
you are foreign even in your skin;
too busy for life,
playing the suicidal king of hearts.
so let's pretend it's 9 pm instead.
burn with me; take two.
you're a subliminal message,
a crown of thorns.
let's play murder,
by your hand is the only end i foresee:
we're both drunk and always have been.
Great journal :3 I like the title and the small message
And it is a compliment no less
. . . lol XD However, my mind trails off to . . .
J.S. Steinman from Bioshock the video game . . .
"What can I do with this one, Aphrodite? She - won't - stay - still! I want to make them beautiful, but they always turn out wrong! That one, too fat! This one, too tall! This one, too symmetrical! And now... What's this, Goddess? An intruder?! He's ugly! Ugly! Ugly! UGLYYYYYYYY!"
I'm demented lol