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I Said ItThe words flew out,
after years of denial,
repression and prayer.
A warm chill consumed my person,
as much as a contradiction as I feel.
I gasped at what I had done.
Why did I do it?
Why did I tell HIM??
Why am I even asking these questions?
For the first time in years,
I feel good.
I want to shout it from the top of this little town
and yet I feel more repressed than ever.
I realize the consequences of my actions,
of my words.
PromIf looks equate to success and dependability, then Alexander Cantrelle is not making any sort of cut.
For him, life doesn't really measure up on how fancily dressed he is he is perfectly content waking up five minutes before school starts so that he is able to enjoy the sweet sensation of mindless, worry-free sleep. It doesn't really matter if he is pressed for finding an outfit, because there is simple solution to a matter that many people over-complicated:
All Alex really needed was a shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, the easiest pair of shoes he can slide onto his feet, and a semi-baggy sweater that enables his lithe frame to stay warm in the chilly depths of his high school that was it. He didn't have to make himself excessively fancy by putting on belts or ties or make his shoulder-length locks sit in some sort of proper 'do' five minutes, and that was it.
Today, however, does not grant the 17-year-old blonde the luxury of a quick, five-minute dress up. So
GsaCome one, come all.
We'll have fun, we can have a ball.
We will greet you with open arms and open hearts.
We like you no matter what.
So why don't you come?
It's not that far.
Where all is loved.
Where no one is judged.
A safe place
like an angel with grace.
No tears will be shed.
Where bad thaughts are left behind.
A happy place with no one to discriminate.
You'll see smiles
instead of eyes filled with fear.
So why don't you come?
Why don't you come here?
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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