Haze.He always seemed to be surrounded by some kind of mysterious fog.Haze. by 6YamiMarik6Lover6
Never clearly visible but also not deniable.
Like he was always there, or somewhere wherever she went, but he never showed up.
He just remained at a distance shrouded by this ever lingering darkness.
He was untouchable and unreachable;
Like a rainbow that'd only move further and further away from you, no matter how much you tried to come closer to it.
But still she felt very close to him and her heart seemed to bond with him in a way
she hadn't connected with anyone else in her entire life.
It felt as if she had known him from birth.
And yet, he was but a stranger to her; An unknown figure that always kept himself hidden in the mist,
so nothing about him was ever vividly defined.
Always showing just about enough to somehow keep her interested and wanting more,
even if the amount that she saw of him was only 1 tiny percent.
There was so much about him that she couldn't distinct
and he would always ensure her vision of him
Ambition.Back when I used to be in school, everyone is asked at least once what we want to do with our lives.Ambition. by 6YamiMarik6Lover6
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
Pink.Pink reminds me of innocence.Pink. by 6YamiMarik6Lover6
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
Using HTML on deviantARTUsing HTML on deviantART by ScarletteDeath
Hello and welcome to my little html tutorial. I've been working with html codes for a couple of years and I'm going to teach you what I know about using some basic html on deviantART. This won't make you a html expert or something and I'm not an expert myself but it will give just enough knowledge to make your journals, comments, news articles and other neat and lovely looking.
deviantART actually has FAQs about html but I still wanted to do this because they look a bit unorganized, in my opinion. Also, why would you want to look for those FAQs when you can just open this news article where you have everything in one place?
You may already know some of these, but I hope you'll find at least something helpful in this news article.
Some basic html
Bold text: <b>insert text here</b>
Result: Example text
This html code will work in: journal entries, group blogs, comments, artist's commen
|I don't have the bank-passes that DA requirers for payment. That's why I need you guys to help me reach my goal. I don't mind writing a fanfic, doing photo-manipulation and|or drawings so |
COMISSIONS ARE OPEN ^^
I'll just hope that someday I'll reach my goal. .
And if there is any people out there who are giving that would be very nice and appreaciated, I'll love you forever
COMISSION PRICES IF ANYONE IS INTRESTED:
~One drawing is 3 points. .
~An extra point for every aditional character.
~Photomanipulation is 2 points.
~A short fanfiction is 3 points, a meduim is 6 and a long is 10
I will be using the points to give people I look up to an 1-year premuimship, hoping to show them that way what they mean to me. If I have any points too much, I will be using that to buy DA-gifts for my friends or maybe donate them to a group for contests ^^
I think 38,336 is the ammount of Points that I need to give all 16 people an 1~year premuim account.
I calculated it with Google. .
If you give me a point, I will go to your page, give you a Llama, go trough your entire Gallary and fave everything that I like about it, and if you're really to my style, I will add you to my Watch~List. I'm an active watcher! :3
All of the point donators get automaticly a Feature of their channel in this thing ^^
Please, pleaseeeeeeee donate T_T
People I intend to give a 12-month premuim account someday:
Feature for the people who helped me, Thanks! :
[Reminder to self ~ Feature some works of in my journal when I have a premuim membership, as a 'thank you' for featuring me]
[Another reminder to self ~ Feature 3 works of in my journal when I have a premuim membership as a 'thank you' for featuring me]
10th of November 2013
Today, around 3 PM, I lost one of the most, beautiful, honest, courageous and strongest souls I’ve ever known in my entire life; My best friend Fluffy.
He succumbed to complications due to a very, very severe cold he got earlier this week.
It started 4 days ago.
His nose was dense and completely stuffed and runny.. He had difficulties eating and drinking which resulted in him losing weight at an incredible rapid speed, he was eating only a couple of bites a day and that was by far not enough to provide him of the strength that he needed in order to recover.
We decided to give it time because when you’re so sick the way he was you don’t want anything. You don’t want food or water or anything else, you just want to be left alone and rest. And if he doesn’t eat for a day it’s fine and understandable. But if he doesn’t start eating again in 2 days my mom would need to force-feed him.
Yesterday he got weaker and in the late-afternoon (7-8 PM) he got a couple of “Seizures” because he didn’t have enough strength to stand or sit or lay on his own without falling over to one side. I texted my mom who was out bowling like she always does on Saturday and she texted back that she was going to get baby-food for him. That night we attempted to give him some but he only wanted very little of it and after that he decided it was enough and he refused to cooperate when it came to food for the most part. He did much better with water.
But today he wouldn’t do anything anymore. This morning, he still showed that combativeness and my mom told me he protested when she tried to free the area around his nose from scobs and snot.
He was now incredibly skinny, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him more malnourished than I did today.. There was absolutely nothing left in his stomach. His strength was gone. His body was shutting down and he just laid there, leaning against one of the pillows on the couch and despite that he still prolapsed until he laid completely to one side. I’ve moved him a couple of times, trying to figure out what would be the best position to sit for him to make him more comfortable.. I had him on my lap for a while, but he prolapsed. I had him sitting next to me, hoping my leg would be of any support, but he prolapsed. I placed him on a towel because it has a better structure than the bumpy blanket that I currently use to keep myself warm on the couch. That seemed to look better.
30 minutes before his passing, my mom attempted to give him food again but this time he would hardly respond if any response was given at all. Same with the water. And then we discovered he had no teeth anymore, but he did still have his teeth this morning. So I said “Wait, what? Let me look. That’s not possible.” I honestly thought that she was trying to come up with some kind of joke or something to lighten the mood so I peeked into his mouth and nothing. I saw NO teeth at all. Only gum, but not a single teeth. He had also been having his smell of ammoniac since 2 days so I knew that everything was going really really bad.
So then I put him back on the towel and I thought about putting him down. I couldn’t let him live like this. Not being able to move, not being able to eat or drink and not even being able to lie and rest up without falling to one side. Basically his body gave up on him and life even before he did.
Then some of his body started twitching a tiny little bit. Like the kind that one can get when you’re about to fall asleep and not even 5 seconds after that his breathing stopped and that was it. Poof. Gone. Just like that. He died. He faded from existence.
I grabbed him and held him in my hands/arms and I cried.
He died a merciful death. He didn’t choke, he didn’t panic, he didn’t feel any pain. It was like going to sleep for him. He fell unconscious and he never suffered from breathing that got cut of or going into a seizure. The exact kind of death that I had pictured for him. He’s already had enough ordeals and pain in this life, his death was smoothly and very fast.
My dear Fluffy-Ball.
Thanks for all the fond memories and amazing times we had together. You were a big part of my life and I won’t ever forget how you were there for me when nobody else was. I wouldn’t be here today if it hadn’t been for you. And you’ve proved all the vets wrong with their “He must be put down”-crap.
??~04~04 - 10-11-13
¤ Rinda💕 ¤ ➋➍ ¤ ♀ ¤ ♍
I am so
Requiescat In Pace, you beautiful Sir.
_______❋??/03/04❋ - ✞10/11/13✞_______
Herzy Supporter for 1000% and total Insaneshipper--friki
I am still in my 'baby-shoes', when it comes down to art. Drawing in particular >w<
I'm currently working through a drawing-book called "Manga Gothic Lolita's"
By Sergio Guinot (Oh, the pain. THE PAIN )
Also working on a story: "A Journey To The Alternate Universe."
Other than that.....
You'll see lots of YamiMarik drawings.
Insaneshipping, or just Herzy.
Assassin's Creed. Will probably be fanfiction mostly.
Photography. Of which mostly are of my own animals.
I like to include lyrics in my drawings.
If you give me a Llama I will always return the favour~ ^^
~ STAMP TIME ~
FAVORITE CHARACTERS <3
RP Addict by hollsRP Stamp by vidramidraDA Stamp - Want to Roleplay 01 by tppgraphicsDA Stamp - I Roleplay 01 by tppgraphicsAll Nighter RP Stamp by zoshi
DA Stamp - Serious RPer 01 by tppgraphics
A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying
and gave them the following exercise to perform.
She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up,
stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it.
Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was.
She then told them to tell it they're sorry.
Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper,
she pointed out all the scars they left behind.
And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it.
That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they're sorry,
but the scars are there forever.
The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home.
Copy and paste this if you are against bullying
"I want to talk to you, but I don't know what to say.
I am afraid you don't want me to say anything.
So I don't.
But inside of me there are words waiting to come out.
And tell you how I feel-like how I miss you.
And how I love you despite my broken heart.
And how I need you in my life.
And especially how much I want you.
But those words may forever stay in my heart-locked inside.
Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too...
but I'll never know."
Bestest Fucking Friends For Fucking Ever:
Will always be special:
People I Get Along With Very Very Well
This person has AMAZING YamiMarik drawings:
This person is good with words and writes good poetry:
Sometimes I like to stand in front of YamiMarik
and pretend I'm a door with a code
and go like 'error, error, error, intruder' [Love]
But not always,
because other times I like to pretend I'm a certain trap card
and go like 'Question, question, question' [Love]