| I've been wanting to do a lot more with art (digital and literary), but I either lose motivation or end up hating something after it's finished. Don't expect to see much here. Not for quite a while, anyway. |


Decrepit BlossomsSpring is a passionate kiss, an alarming happiness Rooted from deep within the seeds sown into a once decaying heart Its an emotional burst of color, undying flame dancing in rapture To the same old anthem of eternity spent in embraceDecrepit Blossoms
Spring is the crystalline blue of a goddess eyes That fade into a dull gray if you concentrate hard enough Its the yellow of gleeful madness As April showers bring forth an army of flowers (always make the roses your drummer-boys)
Spring is the beautiful aroma Of all the wonderful things youve never smelled It
| I've been wanting to do a lot more with art (digital and literary), but I either lose motivation or end up hating something after it's finished. Don't expect to see much here. Not for quite a while, anyway. |
| I both love and wish I could come close to creating things like what will be found here. Every artist whose work I've favorited is very talented, and they all deserve some praise. Please give them a look. |
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Though the light burns my eyes
I will not be blind
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Though the light burns my eyes
I will not be blind
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Though the light burns my eyes
I will not be blind
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Though the light burns my eyes
I will not be blind
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Though the light burns my eyes
I will not be blind
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englsih: [link]
spanish: [link]
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Though the light burns my eyes
I will not be blind
anyway...
>_< life. is. confusing.
and guys are dense. (though, you obviously don't count oh captain rant. lol) XD
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Twilight: The AIDS of literature.
If Larten Crepsley tore Edward Cullen to pieces, I would laugh hysterically.
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Though the light burns my eyes
I will not be blind
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Though the light burns my eyes
I will not be blind
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