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Do You Believe My Love?Do you not think I can love?
Do you not think I'm sincere?
What is it about me dove
What is it you fear?
I have told you that I love you
What is it I have yet to do?
To show you that my love is true
And make your days a little less blue
I do not think you understand
What I'm willing to do for you
Flavorful love, never bland
I have told you, it's all true
When you finally do see
I hope it's not too late
I've wanted you to claim me
The one you love, your mate
Words...Your words you use
You use to abuse
Telling me what I am
Revealing me as a sham
To you I am untrustworthy
Not good enough, no loyalty
With some sugar you coat it all
Making me feel like I am small
Pretty words won't mask the pain
What did you really have to gain?
Don't LeaveYou see me sliding
The more I'm trying
Watching me lose it
How close will you get?
With you knowing who I am
Knowing I am not a lamb
But I am not strong enough
I don't have the lion's stuff
Not weak but not strong
Never right but always wrong
Living here I am in pain
Trying so hard to stay sane
You leave me standing here alone
Look at the hate that you have grown
How much I miss you you won't know
I just wish you wouldn't let go
She FellThis is the girl who fell from grace
Cause she couldn't find her place
She stood out with a cute face
But let's get back to the case
She tried to run from everything bad
Realizing no matter what she was sad
It was only love that could make her glad
A love she lost like a trending fad
Trying to forget and not be in pain
All while trying to not go insane
Looking around at what she can gain
Only to realize that life is plain
Deciding and choosing all on impulse
Even if she knew the info was false
Scared it will all stop her own pulse
Afraid of those she might repulse
Losing a battle she has always fought
Realizing now that she is caught
She punches her fists at every thought
Hating everything that she sought
This is the girl who fell from grace
Trying and failing to find her place
Now that you see all of her ugly face
We can now finally close this case
SuccubusDo not fall for her tricks and charm
She really means to cause you harm
Lulling you into a sweet trance
To where you would not have a chance
She will lead you into the fog
Passing many a fallen log
Until she turns on you so quick
And gives your neck a little lick
Once you realize you are caught
It won't help how much you fought
Into your neck she sinks her teeth
Drained, your body crumbles beneath
Beauty in FreedomYou will always despise
What you see with your eyes
Because you won't ever see
What it means to be free
Freedom is beautiful
Far more than an eye-full
The ugly hides away
In happiness you'll lay
Beauty is more than seen
To understand what I mean
Dig down deep to your soul
And find what makes you whole
When you finally find it
That's when freedom is shit
And it is no longer yours
Where all your blood pours
Downward SpiralMy heart beats
Is it beating?
I sit here
Wondering and waiting
Will the pain go away?
If I stop breathing
Will it hurt?
I have no control
I want it to stop
Who am I?
What am I?
An evil that burns
An evil that yearns
I'm not free
I will never be free
Never in my mind
Someone stop it
Stop the beating
It hurts too much
Or hurts not enough
Why am I here
Why why why
Why am I so lost
Lost even before then
I haven't been found
I can't find
No More ChasingYou sat there and made me believe
Giving me hope so I can breathe
Belief in love and hope for good
Always seemed to brighten my mood
But then you pulled away and frowned
In all my thoughts I could have drowned
Maybe it was too much that I expected
The reason why you had retracted
All I want now is to have no pain
And your love is what I want to gain
I know what I want is much to ask
I know it's just too hard of a task
I will stop all my hurt and chasing
Limit the time with me you're facing
I won't be bothering you anymore
Because for now my heart is too sore
How to become a better colorist?Hey guys and girls. Today something especially for you. Some useful tips from coloring artist.
Some of you asked me about tutorial. I really wanted to write one but they are so time consuming.
So let's start.
1. Make good flats at the start. Use polygonal lasso tool in Photoshop and then Paint bucket tool, it's the most accurate method. Filling areas with brushes is wrong, believe me. You will swear to gods and scream out loud trying to later fill all these tiny holes you didn't notice white painting flats with brush.
Of course don't stick to this advice too much. If you have a bunch of tiny elements it's obvious that it's better to color them with hard brush than to use lasso, especially the polygonal one
My way of doing flats is to make every particular color/character on a separate layer. For example, having two girls, sky and clouds in the picture, I make 3 groups: background, girl1, girl2. Then in each group I make layers for: sky, clouds, skin, hair, shirt, jeans... etc. May look
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
of the clock
of the clock
death is mocking
of the clock
her coffin is locking
of the clock
heaven's doors she's knocking
of the clock.
Kitten Learns a Lesson -- Pet-Play/BDSM Story "Trick or Treat!"
"Haha, alright. Here we go. One for you... one for you... and one for the cute little kitty! Alright now, have a good night! Be safe!"
"Thank you!" the group responded in unison.
Kitten giggled, inspecting her quickly filling bag of candy. Purring softly to herself she sat down for a moment to dig through the bag to find a piece worthy of being the first. After a few moments she became separated from the main group of Trick or Treaters who were roaming the neighborhood as they carried on without their temporary companion. She glanced up, her head cocking to the side in confusion for a moment as she tried to locate them.
"Mmph.." she pouted, "they left me... "
With a huff she got to her feet and began to prance off in the direction she believed they had taken, neglecting to realize that the street she'd chosen was dark and abandoned...
"Where is everyone... ?" she thought to herself, looking around.
Sighing, she dec
Yes, Master. -- Pet-Play/BDSM StoryShe expected him. With a soft purr she waited, eyes glued to the door. A soft whine occasionally escaping. Her anticipation dampening the tiny pair of boy-short panties that fit snuggly across her hips; the only thing on her small form except a matching bra, her collar, cat ears and tail. The tags on her collar jingled softly as she glanced at the clock. Licking her lips, she glanced down at the tags on her collar that simply said "Master's Kitten", before her eyes returned to the door.
Where was he?
Suddenly, footsteps. The jingle of keys. A soft whimper formed in her throat as the door's lock clicked quietly. The door swung open slowly, revealing the large Alpha male who had entered her Master's territory. However this was no random male, of course, but her Master himself. His large form dominated the doorway as he strode in with confidence. This was his house. His domain.
Her mind began to race as she watched him, every ounce of control being used to not moan with the fire he had al
Bath time, kitty! -- Pet-Play/BDSM StoryKitten purred, tail flickering happily as she came in from playtime in the rain. She carelessly pranced into the house, feet tracking in mud across the hardwood flooring. Giggling to herself she made her way to the kitchen to find something to drink.
"Kitten! What are you doing?!" An intimidating male voice yelled.
Kitten gulped, looking behind her, seeing the muddy prints on the floor before her eyes came to rest on the man who had spoken.
"H.. hi, Master... " she greeted him with a sheepish grin, gulping guiltily.
With a stern look he quickly walked towards her and grabbed her by the collar. With a quick motion she was leashed and being led into the bathroom. He grabbed an old dirty towel and had her quickly clean up the mess as he kept a tight grip on her leash. Once this was finished he led her to the bathroom by the leash and turned the faucet on in the over-sized bathtub. As the bathtub slowly filled he stripped to his boxers, knowing how the guilty looking already stripped cat-h
Coloring Tips - Choosing the Right ColorsPicking colors for your art isn't always easy - with so many colors to choose from it can often seem overwhelming - where to start? What colors to pick? What colors look good together? If you've studied color theory *(that is the first place you need to start!)* and you still have trouble picking colors schemes for your paintings or coloring, I'm about to make your life a little easier.
Color Scheme Designer: http://colorschemedesigner.com/
Kuler website: https://kuler.adobe.com/create/color-wheel/
And one of the best kept secrets in color picking - the Kuler Extension for Photoshop:
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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