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Letter to my younger selfDear Sabina,
You've tried many times to be in the groups of others. Don't worry anymore. You'll have friends, you'll be in a group, you are loved, you just have to wait.
You always thought about when you will be able to go out with that guys from school. I will tell you: Never, and that's good.
The ones you talked to in school make fun of you after school. They only use you for getting what they want an they will hurt you always.
Believe only in what you can do and who you are. You will go your way. You'll be good in the things you want to do and you can choose the way you're going.
Don't let others talk about your future, it's only yours and nobody should tell you what you should do, because that won't make you happy.
You are creative, you are intelligent: USE it. Don't always try to be like others, be yourself.
Others will try to study and they will finish it after just one year, because they are not able to learn and nobody will help them, the way you did in school. They think they
How NOT to treat someone with Depression. 1. If they trust you enough to let you in, don't grab their wrists, and twist their arm to find the scars.
Not everyone cuts.
It's not a measure of your pain.
It's an addiction.
They will probably have other,
more subtle addictions invisible to your judging eyes.
2. Don't say you'll be there for them, don't lie.
Cause' we are naive, broken little things.
Our minds glass globes shattered in their flurries.
Our hearts bitten and rotten.
So don't give us those stomach-twisting smile, say a word and move on.
We don't want to bother you, we'll stand there. Silent in awe of your ease at life.
3. Don't tell us it could get worse, or to get over it.
So maybe we are actually selfish.
Maybe we actually aren't just under the weather, having a bad day.
Maybe you have no clue how hard we try everyday to get up,
put on our slacks and face you in the war paint of prozac.
If we are a "weight on your shoulders" then please leave
An Open Letter to the Minecraft Team Dear Minecraft Team at Mojang,
Wow, you guys must be drowning in hate mail right now, huh? Taking away people getting perks after donating to servers, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? Why would you want everybody to have an “equal experience” in Minecraft? Haven’t you ever been on a multiplayer game before? Haven’t you ever met that loud 5-year-old kid who laughs in a high-pitched squeak everytime he shoots you with the best gun in the entire stupid game that Daddy unlocked for the spoiled little brat? You obviously haven’t, but let me speak for everyone who has. That feeling is terrible, and it’s worth donating money to get a perk so you can show this kid who’s the boss. Or you can have some psycho track his IP and show up at his house with a baseball bat. Don’t doubt me, I’ve heard that it actually happened to somebody. You'll be doing a public service and helping the kid out.
An Open Letter to my Sixth-Grade TeacherDear My Sixth Grade Teacher,
Uncertain fateI wish there'd be words to tell you how much you mesmerize me, your whole existence takes me away into another dimension ... Yet in my self-created delirium I know you're not real, not from this world. Are you? Or are you just a dream, to good to be true?
You're in every step I take, every thought I make, my one and only, yet just a leaf in the storm of my life I will never reach and catch. Maybe I'll touch you for a moment but then we'll already have to go separate ways again ...
Your voice is the only cure for my insane, broken, crooked mind, the glue that keeps my brain from falling into pieces, the tranquilizer for my rages, tissue for my tears.
I see you. It almost seems like in another lifetime when I was so much younger ... you were already there. A mere scheme of imagination in a crazy head never to come true, but you were it. I just didn't know it yet.
I want you more than you'll ever know. Already now, my sleep is all yours, my nights gone, washed away in oblivion, tryi
Staten The Gargoyle Rants: Yahoo And Yahoo Sign upHello, my Creatures Of The Night. Tis I, your Lord Of Darkness and Savior Of Everything Stupid, Staten The Gargoyle. So, Yahoo, We meet at last. your user friendly antics and your easy to use Emailing system have touched the hearts of many. Your logos and news feeds intrigue us as well as your advertisements. But alas, as the years go by, so does your masculinity.
The '13 and '14 versions of this 'easy and fun' website is nothing but the word 'fun'. Since when the fuck do you use your phone number to get a code to verify your email? It's like you want to send a cute photo of your kitten to your best friend from Puerto Rico, You gotta put your phone number just to send the damn thing!
What were they fucking thinking!?! My biggest complaint is the recycling account system. You haven't been on Yahoo for 2 weeks because you got something better to do with your life. You finally get on your email account and check your mail. And BOOM! your account has been recycled d
Introducing....Myself on hereHi! I'm AmyJ!! I'll be writing stories and submitting art like any other deviantart person!
I don't have any other words to say but....thank you if ya like my things! Anyways, bai and have a great life! (It's possible!)
Boy with a toyBasically I was always a boy with a toy. I am a good technician of 3dsmax and Vray at most, btu I am not a mature minded artist, or graphic designer with a killer punch.
The best industry for me is perhaps digital labour or game industry or any guided graphical creations. Someone please notice this, and look for me a way to utilise myself.
It’s been 3 days since Cody died. He died on 8-13-2014.It was right after school. I took him to the vet, and who knew I would go home with an empty cage. That’s my worst nightmare that you never came home with me. But you’ll always be in my heart, and that’s your true home. I miss you so much. I never thought I would lose my best friend. Cody was always there for me, and I was always there for you. It’s hard losing someone who gave you much in life. I love you, Cody. Please don’t ever forget that. I’ll never forget you, and I know you’ll never forget me too. You’re with Darwin now. You guys can play all you want with each other. I know you’re watching over me too. You’ll hear my wishes and I’ll talk to you every day until I die. I’ll count down every month, and saying how many months and years it’s been since you died. I never wanted this day to come. It came too early for me. I mi
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Endorell-Taelos is very well known within the community for her selfless giving and gracious community spirit. Since joining DeviantART over seven years ago, Alicia has continued to make a positive impact on many deviants. Her helpful and thoughtful approach was one of her finest attributes when serving as a Community Volunteer, and this has continued throughout the many contests which Alicia provides on a regular basis. As we approach our Birthday celebrations, we can't... Read More