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The Places You Found LoveEveryone, but you especially as a woman, 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
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.
Some Thoughts On ConflictSome Thoughts on Conflict
In many ways, stories are driven by conflict. A story in which everything goes exactly to plan for the main character would not only seem unrealistic – it would also seem very boring. But there are different kinds of conflict, and today I would like to focus on two: external conflict and internal conflict.
External conflict occurs when the goals or desires of one character are opposed by an external force (typically another character). The classic example of this is when the protagonist wants one thing and the antagonist wants the opposite. This occurs quite frequently in fiction because it ensures conflict. It ensures that stuff actually happens. For example, if the hero of a story wants to free their country from the tyrannical rule of an evil empire and the villain wants to ensure the continuation of that tyrannical rule, then it is all but inevitable that the two will come to blows (either in a literal sense or a figurative sense).
A Tragically Inspired IntrospectivePaul Walker, star of "The Fast and the Furious" movie series, died tragically last weekend. The Porsche Carerra GT he was riding in with his friend, former race car driver Roger Rodas, hit a tree with enough force to turn the car into a roaring inferno that roasted both men alive. The circumstances leading to the accident are currently unknown, but given the background of both of these men, they pushed that Porsche to its limits and were having fun all the way up to their deaths.
His family, fellow cast and crew, and the car enthusiast community are all currently mourning the death of these two men.
Why am I bringing this up? This accident got me thinking about a few of the comments and questions I've fielded over the past few years about being a car enthusiast: Why do we do it? Why are we so fixated on tinkering around with our cars, making them extensions of ourselves, pushing the limits of our machines, putting life and limb behind our balls for a hobby that could very well g
Oh How She Wonders...She wants to go to somebody, its strange she's never needed to before. Her names Araya and she had meet he biological father about two in a half years ago, she was only 14, her birthday was in two weeks. It was his birthday when she met him, she was the present if a lifetime.
A few months pasted and everything was great but she had a weird feeling, one she shouldn't take. But she did one night when he showed the same feelings, he said he was scared and she said she was too because "It would be weird." But once they were all on the same page everything was okay, exciting and gay.
She took up on an offer she should've never done and kept an intimate relationship with him. She promised not to cheat but it was hard to be in a relationship she couldn't show. It killed her inside. And she dated a guy her age, broke her dads trust. She was never to do it again. Never to go out from under his wing again. And she didn't; at least for a little while.
About 8 months after being clean and doing ev
La vida es inevitableGuatemala, 05/12/2013
La vida es inevitable
(En memoria de Nelson Mandela)
Porque nadie vive físicamente para siempre, todos debemos morir en su momento. Dicen que la muerte no tiene solución y yo pregunto ¿desde cuándo es un problema? Aquellos que murieron viven para siempre en el corazón de quienes los recuerdan. Viven porque la vida es inevitable.
ChancesTake chances,and a lot of them, because no matter where you end up and who your with, it will always end up just the way it should. Your mistakes make you
who you are, you learn and grow with each choice you make. Everything is worth it, say how you feel, always be you and be okay with it.
Your willGive yourself the opportunity to fulfill your dreams
Nothing can be obtained without the will to do so
Never doing what you want might as well be compared to being dead
The chance to make the better out of it is a chance to live
Spread your wings and reach out for what lies above you
It's okay if you're unable to finish what you started
As long as the progress has made your life a meaningful thing
If you can't realise the fact of this matter,
you haven't yet found the thing you're moving closer to
It's something you've got to discover on your own
Clear your path, make your obstacles disappear
Only by overcoming them one by one will make them fade away
Trust your heart and believe in yourself
Learn from the mistakes you've made and the obstacles you've overcome
If you do that, you might get a little bit closer to that dream of yours
Greatness is something you've got to work for in order to obtain it
And only you can decide whether you're there or not
But it's not always about the greatn
The KeepersIn life you will realize that there is a purpose for everyone you meet. Some will test you, some will use you, and some will teach you. But most important are the ones that bring out the best in you. Those are the ones worth keeping around.
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