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So They Went To A Beach... Whyyyyy did he let his freaking pet convince him to go to the pier? He doesn't really like the heat of the sun beating down on him but her fucking huge ass eyes were so cute he couldn't say no. He held Nuisance close to him, making sure she was safe and comfortable. "Ehhhhh....I wish Amelia was here, and Sol." he sighed, "Nuisance, I did set up my traps right?" she would just look up and smile sweetly. "Hm..." he hoped that he did. || "O-Oh man... erm..." Chester shuffled his way down the sandy beach. Though he did love the feeling of sand between his paws he hated being around SO many people....being judged, being hated....all for his species. They hated him! HE COULD FEEL IT, DAMN IT!!! He twitched before looking back down to the ground until he found a nice place to settle, a quiet spot under an umbrella.... "HEY! WATCH IT PERV!" A tail slapped him straight in the face, the wonderful spot was taken!! "O-Oh I'm really sorry!!" he managed to cough out, spatting fur when
(Horror story) I like you!
He gently pulled Thade's flame to his face. "Alrighty then.." he looked around the room. "Got one!" "Little Harley was new in town, she wore nice, comfy clothing on her first day of school. When she was introduced to class, a little Aipom named Amelia took a liking to her, they both dressed with the same taste, and soon discovered they liked the same things. A few weeks after, Thade, the school bully and his three companions Randall, Blare and Soleus began to pick on the girls. But ESPECIALLY Harley. It was because she was different, she was a shiny. Harley never seemed to mind, infact, she always had a smile on her face when they would tease. It made Amelia feel a bit...eery, she couldn't understand how she could be happy about them since it made Amelia feel awful.."I like your fur today!" Harley would say to Randall, "I like your eyes!" she'd say to Blare. "I especially like your tail, Thade. And ooh! Your eyes are also to die for, Sol!' Soon after the bullying, the bullies vanished
Dear Mom and Dad Dear Mom & Dad,
You both mean so much to me, and sometimes I don't realize
that. I feel so guilty for saying "I hate you!" or even
thinking it sometimes. I love you both with all my heart, and
I can't keep myself from crying if I think about when its your
time to go... thank you for all that you've done for me. I
really appreciate it.
Poema a Nick No trates de ver lo bueno en mí
Porque está escondido bajo llave
Nunca dejo que nadie llegue a mi interior
No dejo secar las lágrimas que he llorado
No creo que realmente te importe
Si supieras todas las cicatrices que llevo
Tratan de hacer que me sienta menos inútil
Pero sé que me merezco esto
Para dejar de tener un corazón que late
Estoy tratando de no desmoronarme
Sólo borra estas mentiras
Dime lo que es real
Hazme sentir lo que yo no quiero sentir mas
Autor: Jenna Bloom
I still can’t believe you’re not here. It’ll be seven years in April since you passed on and yet I feel somehow you’re still here. Maybe it’s the watch you left me? I still wear it, almost every day. I continue to feel that you’re close by just by wearing it. And the idea of it, that of Time, makes me feel like you left me something priceless. Every time I look at this watch of yours I feel I can understand Time a little more each day.
You may know this already, but I’m living in Istanbul now. I moved here to be with my fiance, a Turkish girl named Dilan. We’re very close and she fits into the advice you gave me to “stick with a girl who really loves you; don’t let her go”. It would have been nice to have you meet her. I know you’d love her like me. There’s something about her that is unlike any girl you can imagine
Gateway of SlenderMan SlenderMan is coming after me. It won't stop until I give up. I will never give up, I have never given up since I knew what the words "give up" meant. SlenderMan feeds on fear, I have fear. Yet, I do not fear death, nor will I ever fear death. SlenderMan does not kill the people it takes. SlenderMan takes them to a place that is the sliver of shadow between life and true death.
SlenderMan is The Gatekeeper of Shadows. I know how that sounds, it sounds childish but it's true. One man, I will not reveal his name due to privacy requests, has revealed the name to me now I reveal it to you, reader. The name of SlenderMan before it was ever called SlenderMan.
The gates to Heaven and Hell are small wooden fence posts compared to the Black Gate. SlenderMan controls the Black Gate, it keeps the trapped souls SlenderMan had captured in the shadows of life and death. The souls are not dead or alive, they are between the two. SlenderMan keeps them this way for a reason I know
Pygmy Shit Enigma.photoshe was saying derogatory langauge for a woman, so I in rage insulted him..and he is trying to nab my paining never..as if anyone ever got ahead a brahmin's ability of sadism?
he said on my profile:-
Don't leave stupid comments. You wonder why you are nothing and have nothing - look in the mirror. You might be a winner or happy with a change of attitude. Or education
Don't brag sagely cumming.
Jew wonders why you were nothing and give nothing.
Don't look in the mirror, don't self-horror.
You are a loser and sad of your DNA that cant change our attitude and your gestation.
I cannot believe it. Four years has already gone by! It seems like only yesterday that we were chit-chatting on Skype and then soon that friend-ship we had set together became a blooming love interest and then not long after we professed our feelings to one another. How amazed I am. How truly amazed and lucky I feel to have you as my love. My rock. My dove and my beautiful everything. You mean so much to me that it is hard to express it in writing, let alone physically telling you it...
Just four years ago, we were sitting across worlds having a friendly conversation. There was something about you though that caught my eye. Your laughter and those eyes when I first saw your beautiful face and smile on Skype as we started our first video chat. They memorised me seeing all of it and I smiled back. To know you for as long as I have and to have gone through all the things we have gone through together I can say we are extremely fortunate and lucky to be one!!!
It makes me smil
Searching I searched for two years. I finally know the range of the possible location of the mark. SlenderMan has scared me for 3 years, but now I purposely seek it out. I know the risks and the rewards, yet the mark must be found in order to gain the final section of my research. I have come across notes but they don't scare me, for now. I start my searches in the mornings and end at noon. Afternoons aren't good times for searches. I hear static and drums. It is near.
To Every Kid I've Crushed On,To little Noah way back in preschool~ Thanks for being so sweet to me! I hope life's treating you good, wherever the heck you might be. c:
To Trevor who I met in kindergarten~ I honestly don't remember why I liked you, but I am sorry for teasing you so much. We might not have seen each other since 6th grade, but at least we're still buddies on Facebook. I hope you're still just as funny as I remember you. ^_^
To Ryan in 2nd grade~ Thanks for sharing yummy latkes and spinning dradles with me at the start of your Hanukkah celebration. I'll probably never forget those big brown puppy eyes. <3
To Michael in 4th grade~ Thank you for letting me have the first cookie. I only wish you still talked to me. Q_Q
To Caleb in 5th grade~ Your model airplane was like the coolest thing ever and I felt so honored that you wanted me to see it first! It's too bad you turned into such an immature punk when middle school started. -_-
To Grayson from the time I was 10 to the age of 14~ You're still
Same EthnicityBecasue I am a worst case of hated by non-whites
for you whites i am no white, but I am aryan and nonwhites hate me..aryan is blood..skin colour might vary, not ethnicity..
Austrian Embassywhen I contacted the Austrian embassy on mail to enquire about my going to vienna with the letter..
my father went there without letter or my stolen letter and he did something there to ruin my going..he stole my identity..and now the woman from embassy is not at all replying to me...he says he has "desires"..and now he says he did not quite like it and now he wants a tender one, soft, warm...he uses these words juxtaposed and abstractly...
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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