Been meaning to put these up! Just pictures of my room~ I just put up some curtains and nailed a bunch of stuff to the wall! Including a lovely gigantic fan given to me by my wonderful friends for my birthday!
✰ Room Decorating
The Guide
I found myself in a corner, an unforgivable and dark corner. That’s when I saw it. The whiteness that fought off the bad things I was trying to escape from. I reached my hand out to grab it’s, but I ended up only experiencing my own balled up fist. I felt hurt, betrayed, and cried. I seeped further in the darkness where it couldn’t hurt me worse. It surprisingly felt better.
Fairly butchered Spanish project. I did not put much effort into the actual writing ~ but at least it looks nice? ._. My sincerest apologies. Oh I still need to make it into a booklet thing. Yarhhhh~ Lol there’s a lot of meat centered food. XD
Turn, turn. People
talking with careless,
acting with worry-less,
living with peaceful.
Aren’t you afraid: her voice,
no. How come? She speaks
unlike, her voice noises, uneasy.
So what do I do.
She beams, I don’t know—
turn, look up, fall, or advance.
Rush for sanity. Sit for morbid brightness.
People turn and will turn. Continue?
Perfection can only be reached when dead.
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Can someone give me feedback? ;-; I’m looking at it and honestly it looks like poop to me. Only reason I don’t redo it because I know how my teacher grades and even this eye sore project will get an A @_@…
So basically, the first picture is of a “trail of tears” leading to the hills of Oklahoma during the Indian Removal Act.
The second is of the picture turned sideways and it shows an Indian’s silhouette having a broken heart and crying blood. It shows the pain and suffering that they endured on their “trail” to the west. I tried to incorporate a lot of darkness and red (blood) in it but it didn’t turn out right. ;-; The trail also counts as the guy’s real tears. xD
What should I do to improve it? @_@ I’m thinking about outlining maybe the tears with like black? Help!
There was something about her I couldn’t detach myself from. As I stared at her more, I clearly saw that it was her eyes, her lovely lonely looking eyes. They seemed like their own; they didn’t seem to match the rest of her tired beautiful face. At that moment, all I could do was stare. Luckily the bell rang and I was able to snap back into reality. I left her quickly but desperately wanting to know what criminal was consuming her thoughts, what lay beyond that tragic fake smile of hers, but mostly, what was her.
Once Strangers ft. Josh Nguyen
Have you ever thought about what happened to all the random people you befriended on those fun adventures to the park? After an hour of chasing, hiding, seeking, building, swinging, climbing, chatting, we always went our separate ways and simply forgot about each other. I wonder if we’ll meet again in the future. If that were to happen I’d be quite delighted, even if we don’t remember our past.
1. No pictures please!
2. Omg, I said no.
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They battle for their King.
Does anyone notice the trolling knight?
I tried making it epic but with that freaking troll it’s kind of impossible
This is a octopus! :D I actually find this charm making thing kind of fun. LOL. The back says K <3 M because I made this for my cute little Mica! :D It’s about an inch by an inch big. o-o Yarh. Octopuses wiff three legs ftw. Inspired from some picture off Google.
Made with a paper clip, air dry clay (left over from my brother’s school project), paint, and a glossy finish (left over from ceramics class)!
