Just a reminder: a Letter to my Adult self by TheEleventhSupernova, literature
Literature
Just a reminder: a Letter to my Adult self
Hello there, Samantha! This letter is from you, but it's also from me. Well, I guess it would be most accurate to say that it's from us. This is from your younger, teenage self.
Wait, wait. Don't chuck this letter in the trash yet. I've got things to say that need to be said. And I can prove that I'm real. Honestly, I can.
Remember the time we broke Dad's expensive Nikon camera, right after he'd taken the trouble to drive to the other side of the city so we could take pictures for a school assignment? Or the time when we were sitting in English class, sweating bullets because we had ten minutes to write half of a huge English assessment? Ho
Just a reminder: a Letter to my Adult self by TheEleventhSupernova, literature
Literature
Just a reminder: a Letter to my Adult self
Hello there, Samantha! This letter is from you, but it's also from me. Well, I guess it would be most accurate to say that it's from us. This is from your younger, teenage self.
Wait, wait. Don't chuck this letter in the trash yet. I've got things to say that need to be said. And I can prove that I'm real. Honestly, I can.
Remember the time we broke Dad's expensive Nikon camera, right after he'd taken the trouble to drive to the other side of the city so we could take pictures for a school assignment? Or the time when we were sitting in English class, sweating bullets because we had ten minutes to write half of a huge English assessment? Ho
I walk out of the tattoo parlor, clutching my wrist, thinking the money was well-spent. My friends walk quickly down the steps, eager to eat, be full. At the next story down there is a man huddled in the corner, ripped, dirty coat wrapped tight around his crumpled frame, worn out sneakers, stained sweatpants, fraying gloves.
My friends don't really notice him, or pretend not to, but my heart squeezes a bit as I turn the corner, clutching my wrist, believing my money was well-spent. But at the third step I shudder with selfishness, heartlessness, pray to God that I don't turn into judgment and lack of humility.
I swivel around, nearly fal
I'm coming out: I'm straight by DeadmansCrescendo, literature
Literature
I'm coming out: I'm straight
Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you?
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took
Hello there. Thanks for stopping by. I don't upload many deviations, since I mostly made this account so I could comment. But I do have occasional uploads.
Favourite Visual Artist
I don't know.
Favourite Movies
Kung Fu Panda was good....I don't watch many movies.
I JUST LOOKED AT SOME OF THE STUFF I DREW.
WHAT IS THIS. WHY DOES IT ALL SUCK?
...but seriously, my drawing skills changed so much from a few months ago. I'm going to have to delete some stuff...and upload some more drawings.
Honestly, DON'T judge me by the drawings currently in my gallery.