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I'm starting right where I left things in July 2011.
The key is not to stuff down your feelings, or to avoid your anger, your fears, your sorrow. People who want you to believe this are just full of crap. The real deal is to manage to use this emotional fuel to move forward - to turn it into a force, so powerful, so devastating but you and only you have the entire ability to handle it. Once you get there, there's no turning back.
And this is where I am. I'm feeding upon my grief, upon my joys, upon my wrath.
My creativity is my soul.
Next month, I'm getting my first tattoo.
The key is not to stuff down your feelings, or to avoid your anger, your fears, your sorrow. People who want you to believe this are just full of crap. The real deal is to manage to use this emotional fuel to move forward - to turn it into a force, so powerful, so devastating but you and only you have the entire ability to handle it. Once you get there, there's no turning back.
And this is where I am. I'm feeding upon my grief, upon my joys, upon my wrath.
My creativity is my soul.
Next month, I'm getting my first tattoo.
"May I never be content
I'm Jack's
May I never be complete
Broken
Heart
My I never be perfect"
I'm Jack's
May I never be complete
Broken
Heart
My I never be perfect"
I'm Anna Molly
Everything is just going wrong.
I can't find my iPod (a old gift from my mother), and I'll be broke at the end of the month (oh, well, probably long before). Nobody is helping me at work, and my supervisor is sick - I'm hoping he'll be fine soon, but I'm so pessimist lately, that I highly doubt so.
I asked him if he still loves me, and the only answer I get was a bunch of insults. So much for the romance. I should have see this coming. After all, he proposed me when we were dating online, after a few months. Of course, he didn't want to speak about it when he came here.
What was I expecting ? He couldn't find a job here, he had to stay at
Stupid Girl
I screwed everything up. So badly I can't even look at myself anymore.
He's gone and my heart with him. He won't even talk to me again.
And I just want to die. Do you know this urge ? This sensation that rushes through your body, screaming at your ear that you need to disappear. I want to die, right now, to stop thinking at the mess I created. I want to hurt myself, to transform this excruciating pain that slowly kills in something I can almost control. My skin is itching, deep, deep underneath.
I lost him. Because I'm stupid, because I can't handle the pressure at work, because I'm too proud to admit it.
I'm a stupid girl. That doesn't d
Nikon D60, out of order
I wouldn't say that I was really loving this camera (there were still things that was bugging me continuously when I was using it), but it remains a gift from my boyfriend, and a wonderful way to learn photography.
I haven't the slightest clue on what happened. We were at the hotel, having coming back from a rainy day, without even getting the cam out of its padded bag. I removed the battery, then the lens, and when I handed it to my boyfriend, we heard both a sharp crack from the inside of it. From then, we haven't been able to turn it on again.
It's still guaranteed, so we took it back to the shop. But I'm wandering if Nikon is still a go
dA moderators FAIL(s)
I know it's just gonna add some more pageviews, some more comments, but beat me. Come on dA, your moderators are so incredibly incompetent.
Here's the first link: http://britinho.deviantart.com/art/Fragrant-quot-Cheirosa-quot-183232686?q=&qo=
Pretexting to stir open a debate, here's the last loophole deviants has found to raise popularity. Yes, there's no oral contact with the genitals - just like this one: http://lightwerks.deviantart.com/art/The-Eyes-Have-It-185838747?q=gallery:artoforgasm/25945279&qo=31 . So it seems for the moderator who reviewed to put a mature tag on it, that it's not porn. Yeah, a MODERATOR HAS SEEN THIS PICTURE, and
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