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magic book - 1st entryLes habitants de la piscine
L'eau fraîche entoure les jambes.
Elle passe comme une brise glacée. Elle rappelle la menthe.
La lumière entre jusqu’au fond.
Des réseaux blancs au premier regard, puis colorés comme l’arc au ciel, glissent là-bas.
Les lignes avancent comme si quelqu’un les faisait marcher.
Elles rampent, se touchent les unes et les autres, créent une unité.
Impossible de suivre une des lignes.
Elles semblent disparaître et puis soudain elles se mêlent aux autres – et vont ailleurs.
Un vent de sable souffle dans l’autre sens ou en travers sans déranger le trajet de la lumière.
Il passe indifféremment au dessus en en dessous – ou reste-t-il à la même place ?
Comme une fumée qui porte des grains, il traverse les raies qui avancent, sans arrêt.
On a l’impression d’une armée d’insectes qui marchent comme s’ils
Oui, je veux bien
Vacances avec des amies. Ça fait longtemps, que je ne les ai pas vues. Surtout Claudia. Nous n'étions pas toujours des meilleurs amies, pourtant nous nous amusons plutôt bien. Pas de tension comme d'habitude. Des filles, dont je ne connais pas le nom mais qui me connaissent apparemment bien, sont avec nous. Le bazar de cette ville étrange et plein de gens. Le temps fait beau, plutôt chaud, ça m'a manqué, la chaleur, l'air sec et des cigales. Je suis à la maison, enfin.
Partout des marchands avec des objets exotiques. On passe par ici, par là, oubliant lieu et temps. Là, je ne peux plus tenir à moi, il faut que je le revoie. Depuis notre arrivé, je ne peux pas penser à quelque chose d'autre. C'est que lui. Mon cur batte à haute voix. Je rougis, si quelqu'un peut l'entendre ? Mais non, c'est stupide. « Je crois que je vais appeler un ami que je ne pas vu longtemps » je dis aux autres. Elles s
Lieblose GleicheitLiberté, Egalité, Fraternité. Freiheit, Gleichheit, Brüderlichkeit. So sagt es der Franzose. ---
I have a dream... introduierte Martin Luther King. ---
Gleichberechtigung für die Frau... brüllt uns die Emanze entgegen. ---
Was soll der ganze Drang nach Gleichheit? ---
Ist es nicht das Schlimmste, wenn ein Mensch sagt "Es ist mir gleich"? ---
Lebt er dann? ---
Ist nicht unser Drang "Differenzierung", "Individualität"? ---
Leben heißt Drang. ---
Das Ziel ist Individualität. ---
Keine isolierte, aber integrierte Individualität. ---
Ich bin Subjekt und nehme meine Umwelt subjektiv auf. ---
Ich nehme meine Umgebung nicht gleich meiner Mitmenschen wahr. ---
Nichts ist mir gleich. ---
Alles reizt mich, auf die unterscheidlichste Art & Weise. ---
Vielfalt an Reizen. Vielfalt an Leben. ---
Liebe am Leben. ---
Mal mehr, mal weniger, aber nicht gleich. ---
Liebe zum Leben. ---
Ich nehme, ich gebe. So gut ich kann. ---
Ich liebe. Und weil ich liebe ist mir nichts gleich. --- --- ---
I Dream About HerI dream about her, quite often, actually. It's been nearly two and a half years since I've seen her face to face, and it truly does break my heart when I remember the good times. She was one of my best friends, one of the greatest influences in my life, and someone who could make me smile. However, all good things must come to an end eventually.
Drugs don't just affect you, they affect your friends. When you've been roped into the bad crowd and refuse to turn to the people who love you most, you're going to lose everything you care about. Well, I cared for her, alright. We were nearly as inseparable as Sempai and I, hanging out nearly 24/7. Sure, there were fights, but every friend has a fight. It's when the line is drawn that things get messy.
In my dreams, I remember how she used to be, how fun she was, how silly she acted, and how she was just pleasant to have around. What happened? Why did she decide to go the way she went? To turn to lying, drug abusing, and overall not caring for
One last time. KristaXReaderFor music please listen
Highly recommended after the game scene though
"Two Kings!” Krista piped laying the cards on in the pot laying on my lap. She sat cross legged on the hospital bed with me. Sitting up straight and laid her cards face down in her lap leaning forward, now were both now down to one card. you looked up from my last card and glared at her. For such an innocent girl she had one hell of a poker face. you swallowed the lump in my throat and laid down my last card.
“One Ace.” you stated and crossed my arms challenging her to say it.
‘that’s it! the cat’s in the-’
“Bullshit!” She called out and flipped over the card that had just laid down….a queen,.
“Damn it Krista!” you shouted smacking the pile off my lap then pouted indignantly.
"Can't you just let me win for once." I asked. Krista giggled an
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
A little thing on BiphobiaFor those not in the loop, as I assume many of you are not, biphobia is just as terrible as homophobia.
If you haven't noticed my incredible gayness, I am bisexual. But wait! (you might be saying) You're bisexual, not gay!(?) Ha. HA. HAHAHAHAHA. No. I am gay. I am not a full on double diamond studded lesbian/gay rainbow, but a nice cute little bi rainbow that appears after a little rain. You know what I mean.
You probably didn't notice but BAM- that was biphobia.
The first point I'm going to bring up is that bisexuals are part of a magical, mystical triforce composed of themselves, asexuals, and pansexuals. For those unaware, an asexual is someone who does not particularly like sexual activities and a pansexual is someone who loves someone regardless of gender and sex. Why are they in this triforce? Because they are sexualities that are constantly believed to be made up. Why? Because many believe that it's IMPOSSIBLE to
.things i've learned in
the last few months:
-friends are expendable.
-so is sanity.
-you can like girls and boys
and neither and either.
-it is possible to
exist while half your soul
is jutting out of your body.
-change does not help
-you can't bring back the dead.
-but you can hold the dead in your
arms when their eyes won't close.
-and when you make pacts with god,
remember that you're still upholding
so many promises with him in the first place.
-you're not suicidal, just human.
-maybe just a little less human than
-devaluing people doesn't
help your social anxiety.
-you can't run away from job
opportunities just because
you think a colleague is whispering about you.
-but you do get a choice on which job to take.
-and no, you're not so worthless that you have
to settle for a job you know you'll hate.
-and you do have a right to be paranoid.
-you don't have to write your sister.
RainAs the electric arc sizzles away like frying bacon, two pieces of steel are fused together into one mechanical mass. Its Thursday night, and for us its the last night of the work week. Weekend ahead, money in our pocket, endless possibilities.
But for now, there are 36" mower decks to run. Bright light on a dark night, smoke and sparks, and 8 hours of staring into a false star. The shop is filled with a light yellow haze, it drifts through the air like a ghost as we work away the hours till dawn.
It is warmer than previous nights, winter is coming to an end and spring begins. Its raining!
Not snowing, not hail, not ice that clings to all things, but the continual 'tap, tap, tap' of heavy rain, almost like the distant roar of a forgotten army.
Sparks fly and fill the night, the haze is stifling, creeping behind helmet and vale. Another hand crafted product is born, and ready for processing, on to the paint line and the day crew.
A hot steel plate that will be painted black, built up wit
Why Can't I?
"For the love of God, stop your crying!" The camp sports instructor towers over me, her hands on her hips. The anger in her eyes makes me want to curl up in a ball and never wake up. "Get back up. Ya' fell only once, girl."
"I- I can't." I whisper through a choking sob. My head is spinning, my lungs feel like they're on fire, my feet... I can't even begin to explain. Maybe I should've told her about it. Then she would've cut me some slack.
"You heard me. Get up."
I flick my blonde hair away from my eyes and try to
Just me and you.
I don't know what your name is, but you're in my way.
And now it's time to deal with you.
Y'know every time I sit down to think, you always get in my way.
Whether you're trying to distract me, or you just stop me from thinking, you always try to stop me.
Not this time, fella. Or, lady, whichever you are, fuck if I know.
Well. Shall we dance?
Ok, so, let's try this;
I write a story, and this time, keep the hell away.
I'd like to write one continuous narrative where I don't quit halfway through, or have to completely revamp the characters and storyline just so I can keep writing.
Just. One. Story. And don't make up excuses to make me trip up and write a shitty one; I'd like to be actually good for once.
Ever since you turned up, I don't know where my touch went.
But I think I've found it again, and now it's time for you to pack your bags and get the hell out of my life.
Yeah...I think I can write again. How'd you like that, arsehole?
Good riddance to you. Have fun be
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