Im not like those who ask themselves relentless questions. Questions about what if? and variations of that. Much like, What if I had acted differently when I saw he had the habit of plucking at the curled hairs just behind his ear? or What if he didnt have that crooked smile that he seemed to keep just for me? or What if I hadnt been doing my usual five mile run that day? Hadnt had my umbrella with me? He hadnt come when the steady rain started?
All I know is that his cold, shivering form feels too good against mine. That my work-out towel seems to fit on his head just right. That my umbrella is too small for the both of us. That I really dont give a damn that my feet are getting soaked. That my butt is going numb from the cold concrete. That his breath travels through my track uniform and practically kisses my damp skin.
No, I am not a dreamer. I know what happened and I know what is happening. What could have been doesnt concern me. And what concerns me is that, for the first time in my life, I wish the clouds would never break apart from their tight embrace, so that the sun would never peer its way around their silver corners.
For the sky is rain colored.
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Another time in which I wanted to finish the picture so I could write down my thoughts There is no story for these two, fyi. I find it is rather hard to draw my own characters. I've really done it only with my characters from my Goddess story (arc?) like Myria and Tranquil. Probably because their appearences are actually important (I tend to skimp out of direct descriptions unless they are relavent...so a lot of characters have no set look, just what the reader interprets)
I have found that I have a tasteful need to make things wet looking and muddy. *needs to draw more rain scenes* Major leaps in this picture? The FEET! I have never drawn shoes before and I nearly died.
I will always hate grass, no matter how hard I try to make it look good, it always ends up looking shopped. I also had difficulty with the color scheme. It took me forever to figure out how the give the red-head drab colors without him completely blending into the bg. I did my best.
Also! Before I continue to ramble on about nothing...I am pretty sure this is the first bl pic I have ever done. Shocking, eh? Considering I have already done like three of Myria and Tranquil (and that doesn't count the dozens of useless sketches on my comp....their really bad, lol) I've tried doing it before, but either I turn one into a girl or it just looks too terrible. I think it has to do with the fact that it is just easier for me to draw girls.
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To dream silently in the faded words Dripping colors off the edges of souls Feel the thoughts wash oceans upon our eyes And let us tie our fingers into knots So as not to forget the memory And can fondly remember still to dream
heeheehee, very cute. love the little story with it. For some reason I want to think that the boy that he found in the rain is like the school know skank XD that he found cold and lonely and crying in the rain. And they end up in an awkward and never quite seeming to work out relationship, but the few nice moments they have are so nice neither can let it die despite all the oodles of noodles of trouble they have, and fights they get it.
lol, first thing that popped into my head. (fyi, in my head, they so end up breaking up near the end of highschool and not seeing each other again till years and years and years later when one hears the other is somewhere in the town (for business or something), and he finds him and they go out for coffee, and they both have a 'click' moment again, but both have lives and jobs too far away, and other love interests (maybe one's married) and they leave that day, after a very nice looong talk, but one, who'd just finished convincing himself it'd never work, ends up running back after the other, but the other'd never convinced himself that it'd never work, but kept walking away anyway, resignedly, and the first never finds the second in time. And they never see each other again, ever.)
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To dream silently in the faded words Dripping colors off the edges of souls Feel the thoughts wash oceans upon our eyes And let us tie our fingers into knots So as not to forget the memory And can fondly remember still to dream
You create such tragic stories, maggie! WHY CAN'T WE ALL BE HAPPY!? Also, I swear I've read something like that on fictionpress....
I think it could make a great soap opera!...and then the story ends with "And then he was kidnapped by pirates" and....it would be....beautiful!
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To dream silently in the faded words Dripping colors off the edges of souls Feel the thoughts wash oceans upon our eyes And let us tie our fingers into knots So as not to forget the memory And can fondly remember still to dream
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BlArGhY
Thankee much lots!
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To dream silently in the faded words
Dripping colors off the edges of souls
Feel the thoughts wash oceans upon our eyes
And let us tie our fingers into knots
So as not to forget the memory
And can fondly remember still to dream
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:] Be happy. Or else
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Wow, I need to go to sleep.
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BlArGhY
lol, first thing that popped into my head. (fyi, in my head, they so end up breaking up near the end of highschool and not seeing each other again till years and years and years later when one hears the other is somewhere in the town (for business or something), and he finds him and they go out for coffee, and they both have a 'click' moment again, but both have lives and jobs too far away, and other love interests (maybe one's married) and they leave that day, after a very nice looong talk, but one, who'd just finished convincing himself it'd never work, ends up running back after the other, but the other'd never convinced himself that it'd never work, but kept walking away anyway, resignedly, and the first never finds the second in time. And they never see each other again, ever.)
...is my homeboi
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To dream silently in the faded words
Dripping colors off the edges of souls
Feel the thoughts wash oceans upon our eyes
And let us tie our fingers into knots
So as not to forget the memory
And can fondly remember still to dream
I think it could make a great soap opera!...and then the story ends with "And then he was kidnapped by pirates" and....it would be....beautiful!
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To dream silently in the faded words
Dripping colors off the edges of souls
Feel the thoughts wash oceans upon our eyes
And let us tie our fingers into knots
So as not to forget the memory
And can fondly remember still to dream
and, lol, probably have read something like it. It was like a huge string of tragic cliches. XD
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:] Be happy. Or else
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