... And I don't quite think I can muster up the energy to think up something terrifically witty and entertaining, so:
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The Turning PointLex is not sure when she started watching Will. She can’t pinpoint the exact moment when her eyes fell onto him so easily, traced their way over his face and felt something inside her loosen and relax when she observed the familiar green eyes, and the simple, small dimple that forms when his lips curve up.The Turning Point
Lex isn’t sure why she is watching him either. Because really, he’s around her all the time so it’s not as if it is particularly rare to see him. In fact, she’s certain that his face is tattooed on the back of her eyelids because when she closes her eyes, she can picture him easily: the way he crinkles his eyes up when he smiles, the


AwakenedThe map had hung up on our wall ever since I had been a little girl; My father, a rather warm and curious man had always kept it in pristine condition, claiming he aired it often, although I never saw it leave the wall. It was slightly faded and yellowed with age, but the fine lines showing the land well enough - a land I had lived in all my life. A land that I was currently in, even if it was a tiny piece of it: Japan. I was seventeen when I first stumbled across the information hidden. Please listen, and the tale itself will show you the way, just as it led me.Awakened
It probably has sentimental value, I told myself. Its only sa


Childhood SweetheartChildhood sweetheart. The term sounded so adorably cute, suggesting sentiments of innocence and tenderness as sweet as honey that was almost unbearable. Almost. What was truly unbearable was how we attracted the looks of those who had known us from an early age, those looks equally longing, yet indulgent to the point of smugness. As if they’d known, right from the moment we’d toddled around with our crayons and trucks and dolls or whatever, that we’d be strolling around, arm in arm in a decade and a half. And we were. Although, not precisely how they pictured it. “Are you cold? The wind is strong today.” &nChildhood Sweetheart


Voice ItIt sounds so much like teenage angst, it isn’t funny. It isn’t about me trying to be pitied, trying to flippant or overly sad to attract attention. It’s how I feel. Raw, undiluted feelings that aren’t exactly over seasoned.Voice It
After all, they’ve been stewing for a long time. And I don’t feel particularly angry: maybe just the tiniest pinch that gives me enough edge, enough daring to plunge in and start a confrontation.
It nearly knocks my breath out of my body. The fact my words have slipped out of my mouth. And I’ve never done so before, never dared for fear of the future. And even if I had pictured doing so, it was never li
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I Link Therefore I Am.
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::..::..::Teh insanely, weird and wonderful lunatic::..::..::
BEWARE OF HER PRESENSE!!!
Warning: May act like a small child.
LL
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Global warming is coming and it's not good. What is good is that you can now do something about it.
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Hi! I've been banned, because deviantART sucks. You can still find my artwork up on [link] (there's nothing there yet, but that's where it'll go). Bite me, dA. XP
AT LAST YE HAS JOINED! Moohawhawhaw!!! >.>;;
Erm yeah welcome to DA and I hope to see many of your deviations soon ^_^
Purdy Icon BTW ^_^
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::..::..::Teh insanely, weird and wonderful lunatic::..::..::
BEWARE OF HER PRESENSE!!!
Warning: May act like a small child.
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[link] or [link]
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