el paraguasel paraguasel paraguas
No llueve en mi cabeza. Tengo mi paraguas. Es negro y un poco descompuesto pero no llueve en mi cabeza.
Un dia,
mi heromano robo` mi paraguas. Debia correr en la lluvia a mi casa. Mi ropa estaba mojada hasta mi piel.
Ahora yo escondo
mi paraguas cada dia de mal tiempo.
[translation] the umbrella
It\'s not raining on my head. I have my umbrella. It\'s black and a little bit broken, but it\'s not raining on my head.
One d
Grief - about RossGriefGrief - about Ross
You can feel it in your stomach. It’s a different kind of sadness; not something that you can will away,
or ignore, because you feel it in your sleep in the tenseness of your shoulders the way your legs hang. You can see it in your eyes. There’s something sighing behind them; and it’s something that’s public; not something you can hide, or disguise, because there’s a knowledge that you have that nothing is the same though you wake and swear to yourself
that today – today will be better. But that feeling in your stomach &n
Dos Mundos EntreDos Mundos EntreDos Mundos Entre
Mi amor leno de silencio pero compuesto de verdad todav́a està situado en mi alma entre mis emociones y mi mente, como el bosque entre la tierra y el cielo. ¿C̣mo puedo cortejarte sin deciendo cosas ya sabes? ¿C̣mo puedo adorarte sin perdiendo mi identidad que tiene ráces en mi amor por t́? Es posible que en este mundo de mentiros, chopuceros, y falsos no hay respuestas
para la tristeza de mi amor. Pero, cuando estoy contigo, cuando nuestros voces mezclan
en una cancịn perfecta, como
Song for TeatimeA Song for Tea timeSong for Teatime
I am an aged teacup thin and fragile full with all the expectations of old. I was once fine, a
priceless item in a large
and elegant collection of obedient children but now I am chipped my lacquer cracked and my handle the lovely curve of porcelain once perfectly fitted for so many dainty fingertips, like spiders legs broken in the middle. I am as homely as a sparrow but when I am flitting from lips to saucer I become a graceful skein of silk. Steaming liquid fills me up and I am sipped lovingly.
new love is sad
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Behold, the light that travels into space.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
cheers
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Every time you kill a kitten, God masturbates.
Also, it is indeed myself in my Icon, but I'm afraid I've never heard of Hot Hot Heat. =\
Heh, anyhow, welcome to Deviant art! And your gallery is coming along great!
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