| I'm obsessed with the moon. And I like water, to a certain extent. =3 |


When I open my eyesWhen I open my eyes, I see the insides of a box.When I open my eyes
The walls are a white that reflects one's mind - like an asylum. I wonder about my sanity as I stare into that bright darkness.
My hand holds a key into this box; the only key. No one else can see its white secrets. I will see it only.
When will I open my eyes?
| I call all my drawings sketches. |
| This is where you find the REAL and AWESOME art on this page - the art not done by me. 8D |
| Needs to pick up a pencil more...and learn to color...>_>; Am a huge procrastinator. o_o That's why... this thing... looks so bad.... Other miscellaneous info: I'm super random - do spontaneous actions when they spontaneously form in my mind. Yeah, I don't think things through too much. =/ As bad as that may be... that's just who I am. |
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"The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned."
-Isaiah 9:2
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Don't be afraid to try new things; be afraid of forgetting the old.
Or should I just say thank you all polite like and go about my normal nonsense?
-Wy?
(thank you, by the by)
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Under Wyreth's beard there is no chin, only another beer.
(you're welcome =3)
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Don't be afraid to try new things; be afraid of forgetting the old.
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Under Wyreth's beard there is no chin, only another beer.
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Don't be afraid to try new things; be afraid of forgetting the old.
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If it's worth having, it won't come easy...
Unfortunately, most people these days don't know how to fight for what they want, and throw away priceless treasures by walking away like cowards.
-Wy?
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Under Wyreth's beard there is no chin, only another beer.
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Don't be afraid to try new things; be afraid of forgetting the old.
no no no, that would have been "Strange sort of Block" my poem about writers block. This was just angst over being a writer.
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Under Wyreth's beard there is no chin, only another beer.
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