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Ye Ode DA Info
Current Residence: Under a rock... It's better that way... XD
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL, maybe larger than that... T_T
Print preference: Meep?... ?_?
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal, Celtic/Folk, New Age, Techno/Trance, Some "GOOD" Pop.
Favourite photographer: You~! :3
Favourite style of art: Anime/Manga, Art Deco, Art Nouveau, Cartoon, Fantasy, Macabre, Surrealism, etc.
Operating System: Windows 10.
MP3 player of choice: Lol, smartphone.
Shell of choice: Turtle shell.
Wallpaper of choice: Nice ones. :3
Skin of choice: Mine~ щ(ﾟДﾟщ)
Favourite cartoon character: Lucy/Nyu (EL), Chii (Chobits), Melfina (OS), Mikasa Ackerman (AoT).
Personal Quote: I'd rather be hurt by the truth than be comforted by lies...
That's pretty much it for now.
Where else to find me
Elfie's Tumblie: elven5mystery.tumblr.com/
Elfie's Art Tumblie: elfiedraws.tumblr.com/
Elfie's Twittie: twitter.com/ElfieTanuki
Elfie's Instagram: www.instagram.com/elfietanuki/
Elfie's Gaia: www.gaiaonline.com/profiles/ir…
Requests for contact info on Facebook and Skype are ONLY accepted to close friends and people I know in real life.
Thank you for the comments, faves, watches, llamas, etc. I truly appreciate them from the bottom of my heart.
Ghosts of a dark past.I keep trying to pick up the pieces.
But I just end up cutting myself on the edges.
The Fox ThiefThief... Thief...
Is that what I see?
I caught you staring at me...
Watching and waitting, being so sly.
I saw you,
with my golden cat eyes.
Watching and waitting,
Taking what is mine...
Trying to claim what is mine?
Such a lie....
Ideas a percious, they are unique.
We say what we think...
Taking ideas is one thing,
it is much diffrent then the other,
which is being inspired, but never copy,
Are you serious?
I caught you looking,
You asked me...
Trying to make it sound like our two minds were the same...
No this was not your idea,
For it was mine.
You asked for promision...
But thats not what I had in mind.
Taking, what looks like,
Are you for real?
how he came to live?
I told you you could be inspired, but I did not say you could take him.
The one who you drew,
Looks a lot like what I drew...
I saw you,
As I drew him out.
You told me I inspired you.
That my master piece gave you ideas...
You tried to copy m
(To touch someone... To live with and be passionate... )
Life... To live with passion.
(Could you repeat that...?)
What is a life?
It's something beautiful. Something that we treasure, and live to the fullest till the end...
A truly passionate soul....
What is life? To be passionate, to love, to live the way you desire...
Something so important,
That when it's gone,
You don't know what you feel?
(Is that person important?)
(Yes very much so...)
Life, it's value, it is worth much more than money.
More than diamonds...
More than jewels...
It holds memories,
that all make up a soul....
Life is so important.
But the suffering one must go through.
Don't end it,
Simply fight it...
Yet... How could we know, the pain that you went through?
It was your pain, and yours alone, you did not want us to know...
(Let us know...)
Lets stand together,
Become much stronger.
The living should not more for the dead long.
The dead can not go on, and wou
PTSDWhen the past does not stay...
In the past.
And you are forced to revisit an event...
Time and time again.
When your darkest memories...
Feel like reality again.
Your body, tense of the anxiety,
feeling restless and aghast.
You can place your hands over your ears,
but you can't block out the words that were being said.
It's like there is a thaunting voice...
In your head.
It never goes away. Never sleeps.
You can shut your eyes,
but it only intensifies the pictures and images you are trying to forget.
You are out of touch...
You don't live in the 'Here & Now', but in the past..
Time does not matter here, it stands still.
It's in everything,
The triggers and flashbacks... Are scattered all over the place.
The harder you try to live with it, the harder it becomes to cope.
You can't deny it, you can't pretend like it isn't there.
Meanwhile on the outside, you look fine...
Completely and totally..
Just like everybody else.
A young, fine, happy, human being.
My current best friend.I hate favouring one friend above the other.
It makes me feel cruel and it makes me feel as if I'm sending some kind of signal
towards my other friends that says "I don't really love you that much anyway."
I'm afraid they might feel left out and unvalued.
I like to think that I love and value all my friends equally,
even if there are friends that I talk more to than some other friends.
But that doesn't necessarily mean that I don't love them or care for them,
like I love and care about the one's that I do get to talk to on a daily basis.
What makes someone my best friend anyway?
Can't they all be my best friend?
Can I only have one?
Is it possible to have two, three? Even ten?
But I am afraid if I label too many people as my best friend,
the whole term will lose it's meaning..
How much time should pass before I'm lucky and blessed enough to call somebody my best friend?
Does it take a lifetime?
sometimes I meet people for the first time and there'
AutismI like sparkles
but I have an extreme aversion when it comes down to soap.
to fictional characters than actual real people.
most people I find
really like black-and-white pictures
I really love collours.
I have trouble speaking
what I really mean.
I find it
to say which ice-cream flavour I want
the ice-cream-man drives into the street, and even answering
I'm horrified at the thought of answering
I cannot make calls either.
But texting is
I have great difficulty understanding/seeing and remembering
I constantly mix up the directions and it
I also find it hard to distinguish
I have an unusual
I look down at the
or in another
when I'm spoken to.
I don't like to be
in any other way at all,
but I make
for good friends and best friends.
I do enjoy being
Ambition.Back when I used to be in school, everyone is asked at least once what we want to do with our lives.
And it's not uncommon for our answers to change, every time we are confronted with this question.
At the age of six, or seven. When I was only a little girl...
I always said I wanted to be a teacher.
But by the time I was in my early teens...
The idea of really becoming a teacher had long left my mind.
One day, I learned about a boy.
He was very likable. At least to me.
He seemed to be hated by a lot of people.
If I really think about it, I think it was save to say he was hated by everyone
I was the only person I knew that didn't think about him the same way
as everyone else did.
I don't know what it was about him,
or how he did it.
But he managed to spark and keep my attention and curiosity in a way that nobody else ever did.
From that moment on, there has never been a moment in my life that I didn't feel connected with him and there has never been a time again where I didn't t
Another Fine Belly Chapter 2Tiara sighed as she rested against the pillows in her new bed; she gazed out the window at the sun rising in the East. Dr. Grant told her that she was the surrogate mother for triplets. She ran a hand over her swollen belly gently all the while trying to process the reality of her situation. She gave a soft chuckle at the other thought that came into her head, she would be this way for two weeks, her belly resembled the size of a beach ball, and her naval resembled the plug that kept the air in. She tried sleeping but the movements from the children within her kept her awake, she was tired and cranky. Her first night was not what she expected let alone really anticipated.
She was all alone and she did not like it, her roommate, the girl whose name was Geraldine had gone into labor and whisked off to what she assumed was a hospital room. The quiet was getting to her and she slowly felt the urge to scream. It
Pink.Pink reminds me of innocence.
I lost my innocence years ago.
It's always been one of my favourite colours.
But my life is far from pink.
My life is black.
I remember when I was little I used to look through pink glasses.
And see the good in the bad.
Back then, I always firmly believed that no matter how awful and hopeless a situation gets;
If you hold on you will always push through.
It can't rain forever.
But then one day something happened to me.
Something that I cannot describe with a word, I cannot give it a name.
It took my pink glasses from me and broke it.
Now all that I have left is a vague blurry memory of a sweet and innocent colour;
That I used to relate to and paint my life with.
I have tried in all kinds of ways,
to get my pink back.
But all my craytons have turned to gray and only create a dark and sinister picture.
I hope I can find my pink back someday,
even if it means I have to fight for it; all the way.
Till my very last breath.
And when I am laid to rest beneath the
Accusation.She blamed herself for all the time that was wasted.
She blamed herself for chances and challanges that she didn't take.
She blamed herself for not being able to overcome the unbareble pain that had been eating away at her personality and munching on her soul ever since the day that she became aware of Him.
Sometimes, she blamed the world for everything that had happened to her.
But whoever's, or whatever's fault it was that she had ended up this way, she always found herself making accusations at least half of the time when she was awake.
Doing absolutely nothing but sit somewhere or walk aimlessly around town,
having countless debates with herself about who's fault it was, and why.
And she hated herself for doing so because the next day she would reflect on the previous day, and,
come to the conclusion, that she's accomplished absolutely nothing.
When in fact she could've done something.
Even if it was only one tiny thing that hardly made a difference to anyone else, but it was a big