The Places You Found LoveEveryone is biologically programmed to find babies cute. It's an evolutionary imperative, because the rational thing to do when you've got a screaming, shitting dependant taking up your food, is to kill it, and we need something to stop us doing that. It's also why people are generally attracted to big eyes and smooth skin - because they're characteristics of children.
And I'm not saying this to detract from the beauty of parenthood, or to make you sad, I'm saying it to point out that this fact doesn't make a baby's laugh any less wonderful. And I don't think the source of anything can make it less so.
This is why I can point out that any form of love isn't God or fate or destiny, it's that if two people have a strong emotional attachment, their children are more likely to survive.
Atomic bombs are beautiful.
So I will say that the me I am now, will and always has been feeling what I feel, but that sentence doesn't even make sense until we consider that time is just another spacial dim
The Reasons We DieWhat I meant to say was that sometimes I just stare at the cigarette in my hands and beg for it to stop messing around and just kill me already.
But I figured you don't want to hear that.
The Shifting Nature of RealityYou asked me, "In these dreams, what does it look like?" I told you it looks different every time. Sometimes it's like a million feathers falling, sometimes it's like snow, sometimes it's like little stones, sometimes like ash, sometimes like a fine sand blowing across the hills. It's always silent. It falls around me but it never touches me. It never sticks. I told you sometimes I see dim figures walking in the distance through all the falling white. I told you I wish one would turn around and come to me. I wish one had your face. I wish the pink of your cheeks and blue of your eyes would appear to me unveiled from out of the drift. But the sad small figures don't turn around. They walk on, shoulders low, and disappear. I just watch them. You said, "I'm here now," and touched my hand. "I'm here now."
The Time Gone ByTick tock. All day. Every day is tick tocking by. There is no clock in your office that ticks or tocks, but you can hear the tick tock in your head. Tick. That's another second of your life gone, you think. Tock. That's one more second waiting for the man to tell you what to do. Tick. I'm a thinker, you think. Tock. Time to be a doer. Tick. You walk into your boss' office. Tock. I quit.
The clock stops.
The NuancePlay it one more time please, I need to hear it again. I need to make sure that its the only sound in my head. Play it again for me, I want to hear it once more. I want to make sure the only sound is correct. I don't want to hear that stare again. I don't want to see those words. I'll play the part again, I need to play it again. I need to make sure that every note is right. Give me a second to rehearse that part once more, I haven't been playing it right this entire time. I know it might sound right to you, but it doesn't sound right to me. I can't hear those words anymore. I never want to see that stare again. I have to keep playing. I never want to hear that again.
The Silence Goes On For YearsIn case of emergency, break glass. Throw plates. Cave to the insecurities you've harbored all along. Scream. Curse. Panic. Accuse her of never loving you, even though you know she did and still does. Tell her you never loved her. Tell yourself. Feel the world crumbling around you. Rip the rest of it down. Ignore her pleas. Her tears. Your regrets. Watch yourself leave, unable to stop your own feet. Slam the door. Keep walking. Realize, too late, that you didn't mean it.
The Art of Finding FlawsMaybe that's all it means, to grow up; to watch your heroes become human, right before your eyes.
the Millennia LaterDesolation has its own stark beauty. It's in the limbs of dead trees twisting up, pleading at the grey sky. It's in the air, cold with a faint hint of smoke and the barest breeze that stirs up the dust at your feet. The white-grey ash falls like snowflakes, dusting your hair, your coat, your mask. You catch one of the flakes and it crumbles between your gloved fingers. The ground is packed as hard as concrete under your boots as you turn your back on this cold, still world. You look up; the moon is barely visible. You will carry that memory with you as you go back underground. Mankind no longer has use for the stars.
They'll just see the ashesSo ignite with me; lets all burn together.
They'll see us exploding, bodies flying across the black sky speckled with silver
and all that will be left of us are the ashes.
We've never painted the night with the colors from the fireworks,
we've always been about the bang, the boom, crack
that lets everyone know we're here, we've already started.
Don't leave this world a whisper.
Make sure they know you exist.
Sex Scene TipsTrigger warning: rape.
Okay, here's the thing: if you're writing a sex scene and you want it to come off as sexy and nice and all of that, YOUR CHARACTERS NEED TO HAVE CONSENT. You know what sex without consent is called? Rape.
I am absolutely enraged right now. It's 2015 and people are writing fics where the tone conveys that this scene is supposed to be hot and sexy and cool but there's NO CONSENT AT ALL. "But Amaranth!" you ask me. "This one character isn't saying 'no,' it can't be rape, right?" Yes, I'll give you that rape is sex without consent so saying 'no' does qualify as rape, these other scenarios also count as rape:
1. Sex while one partner is asleep.
2. Sex while one partner is passed out.
3. Sex while one partner is under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, or has their judgement impaired in some other way.
4. Sex while one partner has made it clear they're not interested in sex, whether through body language or vocally.
I understand sex can
How I see girls in terms of beauty (Not Douchey)
Before I say anything, I want to say that this will be in no means a discrimination against women, Races or nationalities, I will merely be putting up my opinions of each little things. I'm not to worried about saying something offensive, since quite honestly I think all different types of things are beautiful, and this is meant to be a confidence BOOST for all you lovely ladies out there.
I Really just want to take the time and ask you girls to sit down and listen to what I have to say, I'm not trying to win anyones affection by writing this. I just want to let you guys know how truly beautiful you are, and I'm not saying this as a lie.
You poor girls come into this world, and from the moment you take your very first steps...people are already expecting things of you. You're constantly being judged by everyone, being picked apart for every little flaw or mistake you have. But flaws are what makes you perfect, at least to me.
You're thrown into this
Legrandzilla Musings #8Many times, we love things and use people
When we ought to use things and love people.
.:I am fine:.
I am fine
I am sure I am
Since they told me so
and since they're always right
I am fine
these tears flowing from my eyes
since I am fine
I have everything
I have a family
and everything needed to live
more than decently
so I am fine
Ignore these eye bags
I am perfectly fine
They're always right after all.
I have no reason to feel bad
I never got beaten
nor anything bad
which could have happened
so I am fine
By the way,
Ignore these meds
I don't need them
since I fine
I am been raised in the high class
A lot of children
would dream to have my life
So I am fine
these scars on my body
since I am fine
They're always right after all.
I shouldn't be scared by anything
I have been raised
by a loving family
so I am fine
Ignore the fact I fear eye contact
or contact in general
I am fine
They said I was.
I am fine.
I am so fine
that I am scared
I am so fine
News about Hidden Pencils - don't worryHello there guys!
I think it's about time i made a journal to update you about what's going on and what the future of this group might be.
[PERSONAL PARENTHESIS STRONGLY RELATED TO THIS GROUP, AT LEAST SKIM THROUGH IT BECAUSE IT'S IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON]
As many of you probably already know, I'm currently working 101% on my personal project, a comic i have high hopes for, and in which i'm investing everything i have.
It's an incredibly ambitious project, which requires me to keep studying and improving as quick as i can, and it's not just about improving art ... i really wish it was "just" about that (which is actually enough to keep one busy for his entire life, considering the amount of knowledge and practice there is to acquire when talking about art xD)
I'm talking about creating a whole detailed world here.
From its geology to its history to an effective plot for the main characters and so on.
And to be able to manage such a big project, you h
UnrechtDa war eine Frau, von der wussten schon alle, dass sie im Unrecht ist.
Sie konnte nicht gut zählen und wusste nicht,
wie viele Tage der Monat noch hat,
oder wann der Bus fährt.
Sie konnte auch oft ihre Gedanken nicht sortieren,
und erzählte hinterher was vorher und währenddessen
vielleicht aber auch schon gestern
Sie war oft ein wenig schwer zu verstehen.
Alle wussten, dass sie im Unrecht ist.
Sie hatte so oft gehört: „Nein“ und „Das geht nicht“ und „Das kannst du nicht“,
dass sie das selbst auch schon lange begriffen hatte.
Und da war ein Mann, der wusste
dass sie keine Rechte kannte.
Als sie sagte, dass er ihr weh tut, wussten alle
dass sie im Unrecht ist.
Als sie sagte, dass sie ihn nicht mehr sehen will,
sagten alle, dass sie lügt.
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