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Lost.I want to get lost inside myself
In the wraths of my twisted thoughts
In the warped, tempestuous intestines
That relentlessly attempt to purify,
In the acid that burns my stomach lining
In the veins that carry putrid blood
In the pumping of a heart
That has battled heartache and betrayal.
I want to get lost inside myself
Enter the pores that lead to oblivion
Watch the bacteria form,
Ally myself with the germs fighting an endless battle,
Surround myself with the cells
That mechanically follow the path laid before them.
I want to get lost inside myself
Through the paths of an all too twisted brain
In the eyes that have seen too much
In the mouth that delivers lies and delusions
In the kidneys that can't take one more coffee,
One more energy drink, one more ounce of caffeine.
I want to get lost inside myself
In the vagina that has stubbornly welcomed too many strangers
In the smoke-filled lungs that house too many cigarettes
In the ocean of a liver that has yet to break down the last char
take me.I want you to take me
Like youve never taken anyone before,
Like youve never touched, felt, held anyone
Like youve never wanted, craved, anyone
Like youve never needed.
I want you to touch me
Like youve just discovered your hands,
To look at me
Like youve never had the power of sight.
I want you to love, love, love me
Like its keeping you alive,
Like Im the organs, arteries, cells that keep you breathing.
I want you to have
Plenty of times before.
I am the one
that makes you believe its the first time
and know its the last time,
any of that will ever happen
Encyclopedia of Internet IdiotsEver since the Internet was popularized in the 90's, the human race has been united through a cybernetwork of fiber optics and electric pulses. The internet allows for interaction and actions that formerly took days, months, or even years to take place. The internet is also a database of all known human information and knowledge. Since the mid 2000's, the Internet has become its own society with it's own culture and social structure, composed of many different human cultures, beliefs, thoughts, and ideas. But in a place where everyone is connected, you are bound to come across idiots. I have put together a list of the different categories of said idiots, it will give you a brief description and subtypes of said idiot. This list will be expanded based on your suggestions, but for now, enjoy the lulz
Fail Troll: A person who attempts to troll people or groups of people to get a rise out of them. They are not clever or sneaky like the professional trolls, and they are rather
England X O.C. I Do Believe in faeries chapter 1
England x O.C.
The sun shone bright and a light breeze tousled a handsome young blonde mans hair. His eyes were a vibrant green but clearly showed the true age of the seemingly ageless young man. He sighed happily the sun shining bright through a break in the english clouds. It wasn’t to often that he got a moment to himself like this. Usually he had to deal with his younger brothers squabbling over nothing or his older brothers banging on his door declaring their displeasure with him. So when he had a moment to himself he took advantage of it and went out for walk in the park. The day was almost perfect save for this high pitched wail behind him.
The young man stood from the park bench that he had been resting on and followed the sound of the wailing to a brown satchel that hung precariousl
Old Spice-Different Nations and CitiesBonjour Ladies , Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped eating hamburgers and benched pressed moose like me , he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on an iceberg in the arctic. What have I got? It's a baby seal. Look again! The seal is now maple syrup.ablicon Anything is possible when your canadian , I'm on a bear.
'ello Ladies Look at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he started using magic, stop being a frog face and drank tea like me he could attempt to be MANLY like me. Look down. Back up! Where are we? We're on candy mountain. What have I got? It's a baby fairy . Look again! The fairy is now pixie dust. Anything is possible when your british , I'm on a Unicorn.
Konichiwa radies rook at Your man. Now Back at me. Now back at your man. Now back at me again. Sadly he is not me. But if he stopped singing gang
Infatuation . . .
What is this . . . feeling that I couldn't shake myself free from?
I honestly don't know, despite that I felt this way in some points of my life that led up until now . . . Okay, I'll admit that I have felt this way towards a few, selective guys in my classes—I mean . . .
You see, I've been having my heart's eyes on this guy for a little too long. Like, this isn't normal at all—not for me, that is. I'm somewhat of a . . . tough girl (if that's even a proper way to describe me briefly), you know? It's rare for me to head over heels for someone just from the sight of a boy that seems like my type. The main—er, one of the main—reasons for this has to do with my education. What I mean by that is getting exceptional grades as I pave my own little path to graduation at the end of my high school years.
The boy that my oh-so fluttering heart was spying on was honestly decent lookin
post-concert highShe smells like a mixture of pizza and sweat and cigarette smoke, and there's sweat dripping down her face and the small of her back, but somehow she has never been more beautiful and never more alive than in this moment; with her fist raised to the sky, the stage lights flashing over the scars marking her wrists, as she screams along with the rest of them, "Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself? Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?" Fuck, right now, I think she could do anything.
A mu keletkezesenek korulmenyei Nyár volt, vagy ha nem, hát május, ragyogó. Meleg. Az a fajta, ami koránkelésre buzdít meg cselekvésre. Arra a fajtára, amit magunk választunk ki magunknak.
A lány felkelt korán, hogy cselekedjen, tanfolyamra induljon. Megivott két csésze feketét, hacsak em éppen hármat, megetette a szürkét és a fehéret, azokat a bajszosokat, amik dorombolnak és nyávognak. Gyorsan átfutotta táskája tartalmát, tankönyv, füzet, szótár, tolltartó, rendben. Aztán olvasójegy, könyvtári könyv, vázlatfüzet rajzoknak, színes ceruza, jegyzetfüzet írásoknak, tökéletes. Minden a helyén, az is, ami kell és az is, ami kell. És persze a lakat. A lakat nagyon fontos. Kerékpárl
My evil puppet roommate - Sneaking out - part 1"Oh, come on, Slappy, it's just for a few hours!" begged Niky, joining her hands in plea
"Yeah" Rosechan approved "It won't take long! We'll be back so soon you won't even notice we've been out!"
"I said no, slaves!" said Slappy, in an harsh tone.
The girls wanted to hang out with their friends that evening, but Slappy didn't want to let them go. So, has he sat on his armchair, they knealed down in front of him and started to beg him persistently
"We did a great job this week, remember?" said Niky, hopefully "You said it too, Master! We fixed your armchair and pillows right, and cleaned the room properly, washed and dried your jacket perfectly... We even ironed your suit!"
"That's right!" nodded Rosechan "You said we did such a good job, we deserved a reward!"
"So... why don't you let us go out, just for tonight?" Niky asked "Then we'll be happy and no more bother you, Master, please-!"
"Enough!" Slappy shout made the girls fall on the carpet. He slipped down from the armchair, and sto
my first relationship in real life with a woman.Okay so when I discovered I was bi sexual, I really liked this girl. Her name was Sarah, now because past experiences, I was too shy to tell her. I didn't want to lose her like I did before with someone else.
Anyway, after a while of being friends I spoke to her on Skype. Now as Cara and other people will say that I'm bad at flirting.. I tried flirting and it hinted that I liked her, but too much. So her reaction was "Okay. I'm sensing you like me more than a friend." and I said "Yeah.." she then said, "Okay. We can date. I sorta want to experiment with someone so I think this could benefit both of us. But keep this to yourself, it's just between us." So we dated for a week.
But there's more! The next day after I agreed to being her girlfriend was quite different to me, when I saw her my body literally fucking shook with fear. I remember the night she said we were dating, I couldn't stop thinking about her and I just wanted her with me really badly. She hugged me really tig
layers.See, I look at you, and for a second, for a flash in time, I think you get me. I think youve unwrapped me from the layers that have kept me trapped all these years. I think youve destroyed the walls, one brick at a time. I feel like you can finally see me finally see the real me. I feel lighter, I feel less covered. I feel naked. But it feels good. Come to think about it, it feels fucking good. For a second, that is. Then I notice that I was simply caught in between one of my many layers, caught, twisted and tangled. Im trapped in between the layers that blur my eyes, blur my reality, make me see whats not there, make me believe whats not true, make me who you see who everyone sees. But its funny, because I wrapped myself tightly, careful not to let any light, or eyes, shine through. And I built these walls to protect me. To keep me strong and invincible. But whats funny is that I dont know how they turned against me. Theyre n
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