no one understand I am in problem and cant cope out
White Peoplewhy dont white kids on here accept that white people neither can be my friends or brothers nor can help me
culturally you hate me..that is truth..its my mistake that i stuck in your lullaby for long...succesfull indians like CK even dont even care for your pussies or ass..if you were of any help or aryan domonance, your own asses wont be so stuffed of those black and dogs cocks...
Other WorldMany white people are good strong..they have mercy and forgivenness and urge to understand and compassion an ailing life...those are the givers and providers
most nonwhites are aggressive strong, the achievers or snatchers variety...the opportunists and conquerers...those people are as merciless, fraud and fake and cruel and strong hearted and headed as they are strong....they dont really are simple people nor have simplest innocence or comassion or feebleness in heart despite leading a sagely life....
who says strength and fame a success is everything, it always kills childish benevolence and virgin innocence, i think being an innocent human is the real pleasure of human life...being a child, a true innocnet...who ever it is, sage or kind or employee always remembers childhood in his/her nostalgia...it is when humans are truely Gods. Perfection is machine, perfection is evil, perfection is cruel, it is strong and dominant and prominently invasive.
I will for sure die in my innoc
No Morei dont care for petra...may she live or die...i know no one can love her as much..others have fame love...no one has benevolent love as mine..but what can i do..its her fate..i cannot change her fate.
People said "dont compete with him" I know he is wrong no matter how skilled or brilliant, now I am not competing with anyone..I am writing my stuff, stuff from my limited perspective and experience..graphic art was something i was never most comfortable with...writing is my true self...i would write a world if i have exposure and dreams again too.
Raging MadnessMaybe I love Petra, loved Petra...but what can I give her, offer her...?
My parents can support my life, represent my life..but who will make me a man?
Why do European, and specially British actresses of good ancestry pprtray themselves in onscreen sex scenes with black or asian men? Perhaps they are still living the fantasy of pre-post-colonial rebels that sacrificed themselves for nonwhite heroes. Or perhaps they dream of some kind of fetish charity, not realising or rather living the truth that raise the lion, lion eats you.
My roommate in Bombay, a Maharashtra Brahmin Makarand(name means flower pollen)very carefully tried to guide me to life in Bombay and corporate companies, he was very impressed that I worked in Accenture, he himself was a hardworking empoloyee of his corporate firm and had travelled abroad also, was promised to a brahmin girl, and also had another girlfriend for pre-marital lust. He did not speak much of his being brahmin, was and was conservative and fair as a
Wise-foolfrom my appearance, habits, suspicious behaviour and wise-fool talks its easy for even the wisest people to form an alarming misconceptions
I have artistic talents, but I am very disorganised and in my normal conduct or cleanliness or way of leading my life in laze no art is reflected...I live in and have the most unhygenic habits and living way...still I can maintain myself relatively clean, as I have no sexual life nor aggravated prune or body fluids or odour or hair. I am just very improperly managed, lazy and waste time and talk bullshit.
My TruthTruth is that whatever I try to say so supossedly wisely or with force..under all I am a weak man, for my age, for my body and mind.
When most guys mature and can face anything by the age of 23, I was like a 6 years old child, and still am..I cant live or travell alone or without almost infantile care and family support. I have no sense of reality..dont have strength or power to face the harships of life. Sorry think is that I am a man to be weak. Surely I have no future or girl in my life also. With my parents old age and death I will be left to this cruel world to be a lotering begger or a painfull slave. Who will save me. I am annoying, lazy and over spoken and even hurt in my amourous way of speaking bullshit or my theories or self thought expensive philosophy and fooldome. I am just a child mind with some feeble sexual fetish and bad habits, and desire for women who even the most succesfull people cant achieve in life. I have some mental problems and shyness and fearfullness of so
ME:what happening? hows it going? any new income lately?
la vida loca
ME:te amor gracias
ME:i am just practicing spanish
i say anything i learnt
Chat Conversation End
Petra told me quitall this junk madness and stalker behaviour and mad infatuation of mine on deviant art is not really my original self
what addiction does is create a false and deviated and perverted replica of the original self...the addicted us is not really the normal us..
all what i cannot change in life...all those years of loss...lost love...i should have studied in a better school...had better friends...lived in a better neighbourhood...
if i quit it, something will change...something for better...but i have already lost a great chunk of my well and happy life and youth and ability of persistence and love even in the future...and as i write this, i have again put tobacco in lips
How Tobacco Has Harmedover the years, how so many bad practices and my disroutine and not learning from life has harmed me and cut away my potential
tobacco and lime 400 gms a day burning in mouth every moment makes me restless and delusional and aggravated....if i had not been addicted to this i would have become something in life...i could have learned art or technology 10 times better than this and with more fluidity. My teeth and health wouldnt be ruined, i could have learnt life, done education and still be young in mind and body. I cant repair or ge back what is lost...I feel good when i not take this garbage...still it clings like a painfull obsession compulsion...it ruins my art hand...causes osteoporosis, cuts away my flesh...ruins the stomach and urinatory system...causes aggravagted mouth and stomach ulcers and is a cause of cancer at a later stage. I am trying to quit again today...lets see. All these years 18 I have missed my mothers and family's love because of this tobacco...there was a time
I'm Sorry Guys :(First off, I want to start off by apologizing from the bottom of my heart for closing down my DeviantART page. I wasn't in a good place. It was an impulsive decision that I made, which I do too often for my own good.
I have realized my mistake and I'm putting up my page again. I was a fool to abandon you all like that and for that I am so, so, so sorry. I should have just said I was going on a break, god what a dumb thing I did, I'm so sorry you guys.
Eternal-Violet-Void is back, she's ready to go, but first.
Let me take a self-
What I meant to say was, I really want to take this time to thank formerly Fe0 and TonyStarks-Girl who were real troopers for putting up with me.
Those two are the real Deviants, above and beyond friends and the most amazing people I could ever have the pleasure of meeting.
This is all you guys, thank you for kicking my ass in gear.
But yes, Eternal-Violet-Void is back to stay.
Thank you YoutubersDear the youtubers who saved my life,
I honestly doubt any of you will ever read this. But if you do...
I just wanted to say thanks. For all the laughs. For all the smiles. For the inspiration. If not for guys, I probably would be as happy as I am.
2014 has been by the worst year of my life. I lost several things precious to me: an activity with people who were like family to me, several friends too.
But, it's also been a pretty good year. I got a cello, made new friends, started my own Minecraft team.
That mainly has to with you guys.
Deadlox, SkythekidRS, TrueMU, HuskyMudkipper, BajanCanadian, JeromeASF, SSundee, Setosocerer, deceptibonks, Weedlion, BlueMonkey, Slamacow, CaptainSparklez, AntVenom, midnightvixen, TTSNIM, AshleyMariee. You guys are only a few.
To the old Team Crafted, what happened? What happened to your friendship? Did the fame pull you guys apart? The money? You were all the closest I've seen people be together, you made me happy till 2014, when you guys split. Watch
HalloweenI'm trying very hard
to imagine our love
as a bag of candies.
There will be times
we reach into each other
and pull something bitter,
And other times,
we will reach and
pull something sweet,
Why?Why are you doing this? Why have you been so selfish? Why have you enslaved? Why have you done all this because you thought you could just run away from things when you find out that everything falls down apart? It's not going to fix itself. Nothing's going to change. Unless, that's exactly what you want. To stay that way while everyone else changes. While everyone else moves on in their lives.
Why does it have to be complicated? Why have you made things hard with strict rules where the ones close to you cannot do anything they want? Why have you chained them down and put them in cages so they could not talk to anyone else but you? Why are you being so controlling? You might have many close friends with you but at some point, it will not last. They will see what you have done to them and how selfish you are.
Why have you become like this when you were so sweet and nice before, as well as easy to talk to? When everyone was happy and everyone had fun here? This place isn't supposed to be
EntusiasmoAlguna vez, ¿Has amado con todas tus fuerzas hacer algo?
Una de mis pasiones es escribir. Y me esmero con cada palabra, con cada letra, con cada frase transmitir esa pasión, ese amor y esa dedicación que le pongo a cada una de mis creaciones que vienen desde lo más profundo de mi pensamiento y de mi corazón.
Cada escrito mío, tiene una parte de mí. Cada palabra plasmada habla mucho de mí.
Pero, además de esa pasión y amor que todos conocen en mí, existe otra cosa que amo hacer con todas mis fuerzas, con todo mí ser, entregando cada célula que me compone y dejándolas disfrutar aquel momento. Esa pasión, ese otro amor; nadie lo conoce. Más que claro ahora tú lo sabrás.
Es un deporte.
Mi amor es el karate.
¿Cómo lo amé? Fue curioso, porque al principio lo odie. No me gustaba, pues es para hombres pensaba, pero cada técnica, cada posición, cada palabra se metían en mi ser
Love Me | Cap. 10 ((Historia BL))Es una mañana tranquila. Como solía ser, cuando G Billy y yo sólo éramos amigos. No me quiero despertar porque tengo que ir a la fiesta de bienvenida a la universidad. No es que yo no quera ir, ni querer ver a Allison, solo que…
- Petey… ¿A qué horas te levantarás?
La fiesta es de traje. Y me da un poco de vergüenza verlo en traje. Como si estuviera en uniforme.
- Me levantaré cuando termine el evento.
- Suspira – Sabes que no entrarás si no vas.
G Billy tiene la razón. Además de que no quiero sonrojarme en la fiesta, me desvelé anoche y tengo demasiado sueño. G Billy me quita la sábana de encima y se sienta a mi lado, susurrándome.
- ¿Quieres prepararte, o yo tendré que cambiarte? – Sonríe con una mirada provocativa.
Me levanto. Lo que me dijo hizo que me cambiara con toda la pena del mundo. Siento que algo me va a pasar en la fiesta. Tal vez me sienta celoso por Alli