Melting PuddleWhen I melt, it will be because of *you.Melting Puddle by PossumFan
If I end up in a hospital because I can't handle myself, it will be because of me.
I am a puddle at *your feet.
A letter that needs to be read*You are like Mars… No no no, Jupiter… That's not right… There are no ways to describe *you. Complicated, yes. Stubborn, somewhat. Three words that sum *you up: Cantankerous old man. Not that I'm complaining. I'm in love with *you, again. This time, there is a difference. This time, I'm not gonna drink. We both know what happens and if my drunken hand in my pants makes *you angry then it's not worth it. Not drinking makes me a better person. A better human.A letter that needs to be read by PossumFan
If that night is any indication, then it's gonna be:
Me trying to speak.
*You getting irritated.
Me wanting to say that I love *you.
*You getting mad because I'm drunk, again.
Me with my hand in my pants as you hang up the phone.
Contacts still in.
Make up still on.
Porn on my iPod.
Regret looming ever so swiftly throughout me.
Confusion abounds upon the relationship *you want us to have with one another. If not one of daughter-in-law, father-in-law, then… What? What othe
'Cause God Gave Me Flippers5'6" and can't wear heels'Cause God Gave Me Flippers by That1PersonYouForgot
'cause God gave me flippers.
He also blessed me with big bones
but I consider it a curse.
I've always wanted to fly
and I would settle with running,
but flippers are made for swimming.
I move too much
but lose so little-
Ever since I was a child
I've always been 'a little bit bigger'
than those pretty girls on the playground,
so I hid in the trees
and called the shade my home.
From an early age I learned
that jealously and anger were the answers
to everything in life,
so it was no surprise when I
cracked that one kid's head open
swore in gym class
kicked the bully
slapped my sister
pushed my mother
(And no one could figure out why)-
But I knew why;
mother and father stayed up
and all I can remember is
screaming, fighting, punching,
and mom would do one hell of a job
cleaning it up before the
government came to take us away.
The depression started in middle school
sometime around 4th grade,
when my anger
A note of kindnessA note of kindness by DalekCaanII
I think that looks like a good enough caption.
ANYWAYS, I wanna thank all of you guuuuuys for:
- the 94 watchers
- the 218 llamas
-the 941 favorites
- the 1267 comments
- the 6 months of premium (in total)
- all the love <3
Five days from now, I'll have my one year anniversary on deviantART.
I know it's April Fools & everything but I'm not doing pranks because I didn't have a plan & I suck at pranks.
Like all I can do is hide in corners & jump out at people to scare them.
Good times. *blinks & stares at ground*
Last night I kinda had a panic attack. It truly sucked motherfucking ass.
I know some people are going through really tough shit right now, & I wanna say to all of them that there are actually people here for you guys. People love you. I'm not just saying this, I actually mean it.
I'll pour some cheerup on your pancakes if you hella need it.
I'm saying this because I'm starting to crawl out
The Only Memory of My Fatheri.The Only Memory of My Father by Nichrysalis
Child's Name: Nicholas Aaron Swaner Sex: Male Date of Birth: Apr. 17, 1993 Time of Birth: 08:43A Place of Birth: Hospital Location of Birth: Urbana, IL
Children have a strong need to feel important and worthwhile. Parents and caretakers should praise accomplishments and provide opportunities to experience freedom and independence.
My eyes are cloudburst grey. I knew this even at age four, when I was old enough to count the years I had lived and yet still young enough to do so with my fingers.
I certify that this child was born alive at the place
and time on the date stated. James L Shepherd
Children begin to understand danger and even the concept of risk-taking at a young age and at times can become quite fearful.
I have always been afraid of open water where I cannot see past my father's lake-surface blue eyes.
I certify that the personal information provided on this certificate is corre
Firework Mishap“Mommy, where are the fireworks?”Firework Mishap by Gracethewriterartist
“Uh...They're sleeping, sweetie.”
“Then when are they waking up?”
“I don't know, sweetie. Sometime soon, I hope.”
“The guy with the shiny cannon.”
“He's probably just someone with fireworks.”
“Then why is he pointing the cannon at us?”
“Is she going to wake up?”
“I don't know. Sometime soon, I hope.”
Current Residence: LA... For now...|
Favorite genre of music: Anything Indie (except Indie Rock), Classic Country, Classical
Favorite photographer: None.
Favorite style of art: Literature
Music player of choice: iPod touch
Favorite cartoon character: None.
Personal Quote: You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. - Ray Bradbury
What I'm here on DA to do: Spill my heart, spill my mind, spill my soul to those willing and able to listen. To make friends. To read, and be read.