“I’m a failure…”
“Nyet doctor. You are not failure.”
“But I couldn’t…”
“You saved his life. That is what matters now.”
He pressed a kiss to the tearstained cheek of his beloved Medic, kissing away the tears that had been spilling. Virgil clung to his lover still sobbing quietly. Even after saving their lives he still felt like he failed. There was no way in Heaven or on Earth that he could regrow the Nate’s leg and it made him feel awful inside. The Scout wouldn’t be able to run again and he had so much potential. It was like he was taking away the on
Failure
The word echoes sharply in my ears
You're at fault
The accusations loud and strong
If it wasn't for you
Then this wouldn't have happened
My god you're an idiot
Maybe I am or maybe I stood up for myself
I expected better
I know you did but your expectations are different form mine
Shame on you
I am ashamed even though I have no reason to be other than you telling me so
What have I failed at Master!
You tell me!
How have I wronged you!
Why should I be ashamed?!
Tell me!
Art, Beauty, Expression by BloodyWeepingWillow, literature
Literature
Art, Beauty, Expression
When I speak of art I do not just mean a sculpture, a painting, or a drawing. I mean all of that as well as music, photographs, theater, dance, traditional ceremonies, film, writing. You get the idea.
The artist can be defined as an incredibly talented person who dedicates the time and hard work to creating a beautiful work of art, be it a sculpture, music, literature, or a painting.
This person has dedicated years of work to mastering his craft, and deserve as much credit as any other professional in a field. They generally have a higher level of creativity and imagination.
However art is not limited to simply sculpture or music or litera
Beloved
I cannot risk disclosing any personal information my love I fear it could fall into the wrong hands forgive me for being vague
It has been a fortnight since I have been able to sleep well. My mind has been plagued as of late with visions of destruction and turmoil for us all. I fear sleep now because of what I may see in my dreams I have yet to sit and decipher what these visions mean or if they even are visions they are never consistent with one another and everyone's face is but a blur in the distance what does it mean is there a threat posing in the shadows that is unforeseeable? My love I do n
Not going to lie. I totally wish it was Sunday right now. But that is not the point.
More of I'm going to rant.
Being a Christian myself when I see people try to place a date and time on the end of the world it bothers me because one it is false. No one can predict the end and two who really wants to know when the world is going to end anyway? I mean really. We should know that we don't know when and where it will happen.
So this Harold Camping guy
I want to know where in the Bible he got his mathematical calculations. Obviously he skipped Matthew 24:36 "No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the So
There he was walking down the streets. Sleeveless shirt, tight black pants and one arm made entirely of metal. He always showed off that arm. It didn't matter who saw he showed the arm. The rest of us humans we all had veins, nerves, blood, muscles, bone and flesh in our arms. He on the other hand had nuts and bolts, screws and wires, metal and chrome in his left arm. It functioned perfectly. Five digits that worked just like fingers. Every time he walked anywhere he showed off the arm. Every individual glanced at him. They were glancing at his arm rather than him. If he cared he didn't show it. He always walked like a proud man, a man who ha
Okay I understand.
I've somehow done something to anger you.
No, no I get it.
I was just expendable.
No no it's totally fine.
I'm cool with that
I mean I was there when you needed me
I gave you a shoulder to cry on
I've seen you a your worst
And now you don't need me
I guess I was just a disposable
No its okay
I'll just live on my life
Feeling unimportant
Worthless and that I probably shouldn't get close to people
Thank you for that
I'll just let you live your happy fairy tale
While I get a tragic ending
No happily ever after for me
So thank you for that.
No really thank you
I'll leave you be now.
“I’m a failure…”
“Nyet doctor. You are not failure.”
“But I couldn’t…”
“You saved his life. That is what matters now.”
He pressed a kiss to the tearstained cheek of his beloved Medic, kissing away the tears that had been spilling. Virgil clung to his lover still sobbing quietly. Even after saving their lives he still felt like he failed. There was no way in Heaven or on Earth that he could regrow the Nate’s leg and it made him feel awful inside. The Scout wouldn’t be able to run again and he had so much potential. It was like he was taking away the on
Failure
The word echoes sharply in my ears
You're at fault
The accusations loud and strong
If it wasn't for you
Then this wouldn't have happened
My god you're an idiot
Maybe I am or maybe I stood up for myself
I expected better
I know you did but your expectations are different form mine
Shame on you
I am ashamed even though I have no reason to be other than you telling me so
What have I failed at Master!
You tell me!
How have I wronged you!
Why should I be ashamed?!
Tell me!
Art, Beauty, Expression by BloodyWeepingWillow, literature
Literature
Art, Beauty, Expression
When I speak of art I do not just mean a sculpture, a painting, or a drawing. I mean all of that as well as music, photographs, theater, dance, traditional ceremonies, film, writing. You get the idea.
The artist can be defined as an incredibly talented person who dedicates the time and hard work to creating a beautiful work of art, be it a sculpture, music, literature, or a painting.
This person has dedicated years of work to mastering his craft, and deserve as much credit as any other professional in a field. They generally have a higher level of creativity and imagination.
However art is not limited to simply sculpture or music or litera
Beloved
I cannot risk disclosing any personal information my love I fear it could fall into the wrong hands forgive me for being vague
It has been a fortnight since I have been able to sleep well. My mind has been plagued as of late with visions of destruction and turmoil for us all. I fear sleep now because of what I may see in my dreams I have yet to sit and decipher what these visions mean or if they even are visions they are never consistent with one another and everyone's face is but a blur in the distance what does it mean is there a threat posing in the shadows that is unforeseeable? My love I do n
There he was walking down the streets. Sleeveless shirt, tight black pants and one arm made entirely of metal. He always showed off that arm. It didn't matter who saw he showed the arm. The rest of us humans we all had veins, nerves, blood, muscles, bone and flesh in our arms. He on the other hand had nuts and bolts, screws and wires, metal and chrome in his left arm. It functioned perfectly. Five digits that worked just like fingers. Every time he walked anywhere he showed off the arm. Every individual glanced at him. They were glancing at his arm rather than him. If he cared he didn't show it. He always walked like a proud man, a man who ha
Okay I understand.
I've somehow done something to anger you.
No, no I get it.
I was just expendable.
No no it's totally fine.
I'm cool with that
I mean I was there when you needed me
I gave you a shoulder to cry on
I've seen you a your worst
And now you don't need me
I guess I was just a disposable
No its okay
I'll just live on my life
Feeling unimportant
Worthless and that I probably shouldn't get close to people
Thank you for that
I'll just let you live your happy fairy tale
While I get a tragic ending
No happily ever after for me
So thank you for that.
No really thank you
I'll leave you be now.
Let me sing
I want to sing
I want to sing forevermore
I want to sing until my heart beats no more
I want to sing with every breath I take until I reach my last
I want to sing with my soul until it is released into the Heavens
I want to sing to the heavens with mind body and soul
I wish to sing until I can sing no more
Let me sing
Let the music flow through my veins
Let my voice be the vessel to spread it about
Allow my body and mind to be completely consumed
With the abundance of music within my being
Let me sing
Let my voice touch though who are looking for a thing of beauty in the world
Let it touch those who need to be touch
Current Residence: hot dry and dusty...oh how I love it deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium/large Favourite genre of music: rock any kind of rock right now Operating System: No prefernce actually MP3 player of choice: iPod Wallpaper of choice: Sexy Man Beast ^^ Skin of choice: my own lol Personal Quote: Avoid the ones who expect you to fail.
So I have be subtly drafted into going to Phoenixcomicon with my friends. no I am not complaining I just have to get a Mastumoto Rangiku cosplay together in time for it. (we decided to do a Bleach theme until we got the materials ready for our Sailor Moon Abridged cosplay.)
Now the question is do I want to do Schoolgirl Rangiku or her in her shinigami robes...
I really don't know which would be better...because either way I am showing off a fair amount of breast/cleavage...and carrying around an empty bottle of Sake...I also need a sword...
I'm still deciding.
Kitty ears. They are cute adorable playful and I love them.
Especially on submissive looking adorable males...or females. It doesn't matter. Oh hell I even imagine brawny sexy manly men with them.
I love them.
And their tails.
Such fluffy fluffy tails...
*scurries off to play with or cuddle with some kitties*
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