|HAPPY EASTER 2013!|
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.Hey guys/girls!Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey. by Squid-G16
Sorry I hardly ever am on here anymore I just don't have time anymore I am running a page on Facebook called "Yukawaii" feel free to leave a like or what ever I am always posting drawings and stuff on their anyways here is an update on my life:
1) I recently dropped out of school, because it was too tough on me. I would get massive headaches and yeah it just .. I think it was enough.
2)I got a horse! but he had to be put down 2 days after I got him because something happened over night and he injured his neck and he was turning into a vegetable.
3)I met an amazing guy (who is my boyfriend) and he is just... he doesn't judge me , loves me for who I am , I never met anyone in my life who reminds me so much of myself and Im happy! I love him
4) I got 2 new pet rats and named them Alessa and Yin Yang
Anyways that's all for now I guess , but like I said feel free to check out Yukawaii on Facebook Im always active on there
|A lot of these favorites span across a great deal of styles. The one common thing? the effort, I love artists who give it their best.|
RivalryHello there sir! If I could just show you here,
a painting by none other than myself – glorious!
I have painted for many a rich man like yourself.
Take in my colours, the way the light soars on down
and perfectly lights my subjects face – superb!
I am a perfect candidate for your choosing right here!
Hello good sir, I am but mediocre in this craft
I have little knowledge of drawing the hills, however,
my skills in anatomy and hands are showing through.
Please pick my work, I only strive to improve.
What nonsense this boy speaks! His art is worth nothing.
Compare his forehead to mine, what do you see?
I have lines which show my effort and wisdom, him?
As blank as his mind - you need a real artist
who's art you can hang proudly and not be disgraced!
Look at the canvases alongside and see who is the best!
Excuse me sir, you're not being fair! For you were me once.
My spirit would be lifted, I assure you I am worth-
Come here my good sir, leave this fraud behind.
The So-Called Immortals, Ch. 1The sun rose, and Evelyn Vandergraff died. What a miserable place the desert was.
It was beautiful, of course—especially at dawn, when fire overtook the sky and threatened to turn the whole of the Earth to glass—but it was a grotesque sort of beauty that reminded Evelyn too much of herself. Especially at dawn, when the glass earth beneath her threatened to shatter and swallow her whole.
Nevertheless, the capacious solitude of the desert afforded Evelyn a rare opportunity—dare she say a luxury—and so she left the curtain of her litter open and watched the day begin. Minutes passed, then an hour, and Evelyn indulged herself an ugly smile as the sun baked her pale, frail skin.
A hot breeze blew, heavy with the too-familiar scents of life. The sensation at once snapped Evelyn out of her languor and drove every thought in her mind into a narrow, strangled point. Careful to cover her face with a curtain, she peeked her head out to see a small village approaching on th
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