Happy Valentine's Day !Happy Valentine's Day !My valentine is always Andzia-chan (I keep her, it's mine! )But my best friend is always AquaPatamonMy other friends and earliest since my registration on DeviantART, is still Dani' (Danitheangeldevil) , WerewolfProtector, Rajdziu, Mleouf, etc..My 14 years until I was 16 (almost 17 years), I felt loved ! (each, small depressions )Just I says :"Happy Valentine's Day !"P.S. : it's been almost two weeks that I do not have the Premium Membership, For this Valentine's Day, do me a gift!
You are LovedI want you to knowThat someone cares about you;And if you can't think of who,Just know that I do.If there's somethingI can promise you;It is that you are loved,And the world would be lessWithout you.So, please,Pull through.
A simple HeartHe remains bewildered before her calm eyes,a sorry escaping his lips for the millionth time.Yet with a shrug, she smiles and lets him knowit no longer mattered, he only broke a heart.
Characters we made...It's a proof,That the Characters you created lives.That Characters you made,They can feel emotions.That Characters you draw,They can be like humans.You are the reason,Why they are here.You give them Names,Identities,Personalities,EVERYTHING.Because of you they exist.That's why we need to hold them close to our hearts.They also need love and care,Treat them as our own family.They laugh with you, They cry with you,They know what you feel.Because of them you're positive and smiling.Don't ever forget them, Never abandon them,Don't ever lose them.They are our precious treasures,That cannot be replaced.
I'm FineI'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.Clearly you see that I'm not.But really I'm fine.Always have been.But no I'm not.I'm not fine.Saying your fine means nothing.It is a lie.But I say it anyways.It's all I can say.To keep them away.Because telling them won't help.Because they don't understand.Explainations won't do.So I say those two words.Just to keep them satisfied.While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".My lips are in a straight line.I show no signs of being "not fine".But that's just a mask.So really, I'm not fine.But I'll keep saying it.I'll keep saying it till you're satisfied.Because it's my problem.It's never your problem.So you shouldn't have to worry.But I want you to worry really.But telling you that is selfish.I can't be selfish.Selfish is bad.Not good.So if you ask,Yes I am fine.But no I am not fine.I am far from it.But I'll tell you that lie again.So you don't make that face.Even thought I'm not fi
GayI am gay.I'm not a disease, I'm not a problemI'm not an afflictionI don't need treatment.I don't need helpI'm not sickI'm not confusedI'm not a sin.I am gay.I'm your daughterYour sisterYour friendYour co workerYour classmateYour acquaintanceA complete strangerI am gay.I need love, just like youI need smilesI need supportI need a hugI need a friendI need a familyI need acceptanceI need understandingI need youI am gay.I know what love isI know what pain isI know what hate isI know what life isI am gay.And I need you to love meThe same way you loved me before you knewI am gay.And I have experienced hateFrom more people than just youI am gay.And I wont change.I wont give up.I wont back down.I wont pretend.I wont lie.I wont deny.I wont hide.I wont hurt.I am gay.And that's okay.
Who we areWe are memoriesHiding in the shadows of painSearching for remediesFalling down slowly with rainWe are musicWe liveCollecting treasuresPainting souls with lifeWe lieWe don't seeBurning to ashesWe liveSinging like sirensSeducing our enemies, we prayChoosing paths for others, for us, we failedGranting wishes for lovers, we payGetting behind liars, turning into fightersWe playWe are memoriesLost fractures of hopeMagical beings created by loveRaised by angels and GodWe are musicCreated by sound of a thunderPainted with blood of a hunterWe are who we areWe get back to the startWhere we begunForgotten children of the starsWe are
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
You are StrongYou are so, so strong.Whatever you’re going through,Just keep onKeeping on.The time it takesMight be short or long,But you will findThat perfect placeWhere you belong.Just hold on.
Red~ Whether it be a warm glow of care,Or a fiery hue of rage,Your eyes reflectAll of your soul's desires.
The sentences of a bipolarFrench Text"Blague de l'année2013 car moi être (bipolaire) triste et enjouéPuisque ne plus avoir premium le 31 Janvier"English Text"Joke of the Year2013 for me to be (bipolar) sad and upbeatSince not having premium January 31"