You only fly for a little while by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
You only fly for a little while
She was just four years old
kicking her feet
harder and harder,
as the swingset creaked
and cracked
She finally reached the peak,
jumped off,
and said,
"Mama, I'm gonna fly."
and so she did;
three feet into the air,
sticking the landing
like a gymnast
And I wonder everyday
if those were the same words
she muttered
before jumping off that bridge,
unable to remember,
you only fly for a little while.
For as long as i can remember i've suffered from Anxiety. Mainly due to social situations which has now been amplified due to the wave of social network that has swept across teenagers internationally. It's the little things that make me feel worse. For example when i get invited to an event and i can't make it, i will always be worried about what is going on. What's being said and done. Mainly because i'm in love with one of my best friends and he doesn't know. I've tried to tell him but i always end up telling him something else. He must think i'm crazy. If he knew about my anxiety he would definitely think differently of me. Or maybe even
Yes, I Have a Penis by Superiorflowerpower, literature
Literature
Yes, I Have a Penis
Yes, I Have A Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
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We found major talent to join the DeviantArt team this year to help us assume responsibility for major change and deliver on it. In return, we will be calling on the whole community to exercise its responsibility of continuing to shape DeviantArt into the place where the global undercurrent of creativity feeds the future of popular culture.
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OK, this is getting really irritating rant by griffsnuff, journal
OK, this is getting really irritating rant
I dont rant publicy very often but now I am putting my foot down.
Stop.Using.Me.
Every week I have to deal with some stranger I havent talked to trying to use me for all the watchers that have come to my account. Let me just make one thing straight, this is not an account to feature, help spread stuff and all that, this is my gallery. IF that makes you mad or upset then go be friggin mad and upset I dont give a flappityhockeypuck. I dont care if you think I have an ego for not wanting to feature you, and help out. Jesus grow up there are hundreds of ways to feature yourself if you got of your lazy asses.
STOP ASKING ME. Stop trying to GUIL
State laws for Pet Foxes (research in progress) by foxalbiazul, journal
State laws for Pet Foxes (research in progress)
State laws for Pet Foxes:
REMEMBER THAT city or local ordinances still prevail over all these laws. If the city or county in which you live prohibits the possession of such an animal where you live, you would be in violation of local ordinances. To find out the laws in each city and county, you would need to check with each entity individually.
UK-England, Scotland, etc:
you do not require a permit or any other paper work as they are not on the DWAL list.
as for paperwork there is none which is a bonus to living in the UK plus you can move anywhere you want in the UK and you can take your furry friend with you.
http://www.raskbb.com/sy
Unsaid truths and spoken hate by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
Unsaid truths and spoken hate
unsaid truths and spoken hate
will forever be how I remember you.
I won't remember your petite
and deliciously sweet smile.
I won't remember the nervous way
you'd embrace me
as though my open arms
might be retracted at any moment.
I won't remember your kindness
wrought from a belief you deserved
none of what life had been willing
to bless upon you.
I won't remember how I nearly loved
every little part of you
from your crooked smirk
to your large hands
molded perfectly to fit in mine.
I will remember your cowardice
your fear of the possibility of my love.
I will remember your lies
whispered sweetly to me
in that empty library
of how you th