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This Tiny Town of Night Vale-To start off, I've been asked to read this brief announcement:
Carlos came to town today,
He works right by the pizza place.
It took one look; I'm now in love.
That perfect hair and perfect face.
Don't approach the dog park, listeners.
Don't go through the gate.
Don't look at all the hooded figures,
Lest you meet your fate.
A brand new thing I see today,
To it we cry "all hail!"
As far as glow clouds go, my friends,
This one's the holy grail.
Guess who's my least favorite person in this town?
I'm sure you all know his name.
He can't take care of a tan Corolla,
Steve you're friggin lame!!
Oh my god, I've said too much.
Station management's pissed.
I described their physical appearance,
And I think that they just hissed!
I fear my life is on the line
Because of what I've said.
I guess if I don't shut up right now
It's going to be my head.
I'm looking to my left
To see a vortex on my wall.
I wonder where it goes?
If it goes anywhere at all...
-Hello, Desert Bluffs?
This is Kevin, here.
I Dream About HerI dream about her, quite often, actually. It's been nearly two and a half years since I've seen her face to face, and it truly does break my heart when I remember the good times. She was one of my best friends, one of the greatest influences in my life, and someone who could make me smile. However, all good things must come to an end eventually.
Drugs don't just affect you, they affect your friends. When you've been roped into the bad crowd and refuse to turn to the people who love you most, you're going to lose everything you care about. Well, I cared for her, alright. We were nearly as inseparable as Sempai and I, hanging out nearly 24/7. Sure, there were fights, but every friend has a fight. It's when the line is drawn that things get messy.
In my dreams, I remember how she used to be, how fun she was, how silly she acted, and how she was just pleasant to have around. What happened? Why did she decide to go the way she went? To turn to lying, drug abusing, and overall not caring for
One last time. KristaXReaderFor music please listen
Highly recommended after the game scene though
"Two Kings!” Krista piped laying the cards on in the pot laying on my lap. She sat cross legged on the hospital bed with me. Sitting up straight and laid her cards face down in her lap leaning forward, now were both now down to one card. you looked up from my last card and glared at her. For such an innocent girl she had one hell of a poker face. you swallowed the lump in my throat and laid down my last card.
“One Ace.” you stated and crossed my arms challenging her to say it.
‘that’s it! the cat’s in the-’
“Bullshit!” She called out and flipped over the card that had just laid down….a queen,.
“Damn it Krista!” you shouted smacking the pile off my lap then pouted indignantly.
"Can't you just let me win for once." I asked. Krista giggled an
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
.things i've learned in
the last few months:
-friends are expendable.
-so is sanity.
-you can like girls and boys
and neither and either.
-it is possible to
exist while half your soul
is jutting out of your body.
-change does not help
-you can't bring back the dead.
-but you can hold the dead in your
arms when their eyes won't close.
-and when you make pacts with god,
remember that you're still upholding
so many promises with him in the first place.
-you're not suicidal, just human.
-maybe just a little less human than
-devaluing people doesn't
help your social anxiety.
-you can't run away from job
opportunities just because
you think a colleague is whispering about you.
-but you do get a choice on which job to take.
-and no, you're not so worthless that you have
to settle for a job you know you'll hate.
-and you do have a right to be paranoid.
-you don't have to write your sister.
RainAs the electric arc sizzles away like frying bacon, two pieces of steel are fused together into one mechanical mass. Its Thursday night, and for us its the last night of the work week. Weekend ahead, money in our pocket, endless possibilities.
But for now, there are 36" mower decks to run. Bright light on a dark night, smoke and sparks, and 8 hours of staring into a false star. The shop is filled with a light yellow haze, it drifts through the air like a ghost as we work away the hours till dawn.
It is warmer than previous nights, winter is coming to an end and spring begins. Its raining!
Not snowing, not hail, not ice that clings to all things, but the continual 'tap, tap, tap' of heavy rain, almost like the distant roar of a forgotten army.
Sparks fly and fill the night, the haze is stifling, creeping behind helmet and vale. Another hand crafted product is born, and ready for processing, on to the paint line and the day crew.
A hot steel plate that will be painted black, built up wit
Can I Just Say I Love You?Well… um… hello there. I didn't think you'd actually read this, but here goes nothing. So I sorta… you know… love you. Yea, I know it's strange to think about. Me of all people too. I just can't help be die a little inside when you say hi to me and walk to her. You know? I just kinda get a little jealous, but I'm too afraid to tell you I love you. So I wrote this note, hoping you'd read it somehow. So, why don't you just tell me you fell the same way? It would be wonderful to hear again. I know you are a little confused and I know this is strange. I'm not good a writing sonnets and I can't look at you in the eye except when I want you to see that I love you. So next time I see you, I'll look you in the eye. Then you'll know I mean it. Because I do. So, I hope I'll get a message from you or bump into you at the store.
20th of AprilIt was one of the finest houses, if not the finest house, one could ever lay their eyes upon, located in the more calmer and less trespassed districts in the city centre of Vienna. Adolf looked up at it. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt so low-class, and this, standing in front of an inanimate structure. He felt so puny standing before the Viennese, two-story, excessive city apartment, its prestige overwhelming the seemingly small man dressed in a plain everyday black suit and a navy-blue tie to go along with it, the fanciest he could find that was stuffed somewhere within his drawers, which complemented the colour of his eyes. His eyes were the only bodily feature he was personally quite fond of. Friends, family and others he had encountered would always remark about the magic and charm his eyes tend to conjure (interestingly enough this was mostly expressed by the female ratio). His shoes, also black, he had polished as best he could. He held his grey felt hat which
What does it mean to Love?"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'" - Erich Fromm
Love is a word commonly used in relationships today. Does it really have meaning to it anymore? All the time I hear I love you from people who may have only been together for a few days to people who have been together over sixty-five years. The difference between that is the people who have been together sixty-five years probably truly understand and love each other while those who have been together a few days are probably saying it because it is the norm now. In today's society I love you is just as common as saying hi to someone. While it is great to tell the people you care for (especially the one who is truly the love of your life) I love you, it should have meaning and not said just to be said. Some people may say "I love you" all the time and actually mean it, but there are the people who just throw it out without thinking why they love that person. If you say
TrappedI felt so trapped. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. All I could do was sit on the hill in despair.
My emotional glass barrier had reconstructed itself in full.
Flashes of images of blades crossed my mind as I made my way back inside the house.
I stood in front of my old friend, the bread knife.
"Not today, not ever again."
I walked away.
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