|A WiP of my latest art project. More to come as progress is made.|
|"In a land that is...medieval...full of...medium-sized evil...one boy...has the power...to be...powerful...."|
- Bradley James being Bradley James.
New Beginnings: Chapter 1 - TransformationChapter 1New Beginnings: Chapter 1 - Transformation by S0n0falc0n
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-* I hit the snooze button to silence the blaring electronic nosie that my alarm clock was making. I looked over at my clock, only to see that it read 6:00 AM.
"I really need to stop playing Pokémon before I go to bed." I mumbled to myself. I had a Pokémon related dream that night, but I couldn't really remember a whole lot from it. The only thing that I could remember was seeing a white silhouette of a Charizard, my favorite Pokémon. As I was about to approach it though, my alarm went off.
After thinking back for a few seconds on the dream I had, I got out of bed and proceeded with my usual morning routine: I got dressed, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, put in my contact lenses, put my shoes on, and finally, biked to school.
As I began to walk to the garage door to depart for school, I heard my mom call out to me from the living room. "Bye Keaton, have a good day at school! I love you!"
A Letter to My Best FriendA letter to my best friend, for when he is feeling badlyA Letter to My Best Friend by Fameisdead
When your sunny skies turn to thunder clouds.
When you can't hear your own thoughts
Over rumbling drum rolls of thunder.
I will be the umbrella to protect you
From the freezing rain.
I'd set my bones aflame
Watch them spark and burn.
I'd turn my soul into a Bon fire
Just to keep you warm.
I'd catch fire flies like stars.
I would keep them in a jar
And give them to you.
Because you light up the dark of the night sky.
When I am feeling blue
You are the one that helps me get through
The murk of my lonely thoughts.
And sometimes, I don't feel like you see yourself clearly.
I wish you could see you
The way I do.
I see you in the stars
You talk about them so fondly.
Every constellation reminds me of you.
I wonder if you are made of cosmos.
Such chaotic, pure energy,
I see you in the rain.
You are cold
I'd dance to the music of your soft,
Pitter- patter melody.
I see you in the air I breathe.
Because you are the thing
A Letter to the Girl who Hates her BodyA letter to the girl who hates her body.A Letter to the Girl who Hates her Body by Fameisdead
A letter to that girl
Who scrolls through tumblr.
Admiring all of those models.
With thigh gaps that look cute with skirts.
And a waist that you can barely see.
A letter to the girl
Who looks at models,
For their curves.
The way their hips go outwards
And their size D cup breasts.
Please don't look in the mirror,
And hate the girl you see.
That girl is you
And she should be loved unconditionally.
Because you deserve love.
And how much love is not determined on your waist size,
Whether you're chubby or skinny
You're still so very pretty.
You're so perfect.
So for every time you look in that mirror.
And tell yourself you aren't worth it.
That you're arms are too big,
Your hips aren't big enough.
I am a woman.
I am strong.
I have a body like a castle.
A kingdom made just for me.
And I will not destroy that castle,
By trying to starve myself.
By taking brick by brick and dismantling it
Why I DanceI dance as if I am sick,Why I Dance by Fameisdead
And the movement is medication.
As if getting up in the morning just to practice is the only motivation
To stay awake.
Because well- worn soft shoes
Feel like home.
The world is cold, and lonely.
But when I dance, there is a fire inside my heart, warm and lively.
I feel like a bird,
Like I am able to fly as high as I want.
Gravity, I taunt
As I laugh in its face.
Because the Earth was never a place
Because leaping across dance floors,
Allows me to soar
Higher than I could in my dreams.
Hard shoe dances make me feel powerful.
Like a raging storm at sea.
My stamps, and clicks are crashing waves.
But I am also the sea breeze.
Strong and graceful.
When I dance I feel like I am trading
Secrets with the universe.
My head is clear,
And my will power is strong.
I am a force to be feared.
On bad days,
The rhythms of hard shoes sound like a heart- beat.
A life line.
And I’ll dance until my feet bleed
Just to feel something.
Because dancing is the only thing
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I AM THE SATAN SPAWN, THE TERRIFYING PUFFBALL OF FIRE, THE PEOPLE MCNUGGET!!! FEAR ME!!!
When people first meet me, they usually ask if I'm Scottish or British because I like to mess with people and use a Scottish accent. I have trained for a while now to speak with one and can on a whim but I'm just saying, I am American, born and partially raised, not Scottish, British, or Irish (another one of my mess around favourites). I do however sometimes use terminology or spelling. So just deal w/ it.
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"It's my timey-wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff!" - The Doctor; Doctor Who
"High-functioning sociopath. With your number." - Sherlock Holmes; Sherlock
"Well, don't think too hard. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." - Merlin; Merlin