Good eve...morning, anyone who has me on watch, has faved something, or has briefly comes across this page with a mild sense of curiosity.
I have not been on in heavens know how long...Nor, do I plan on coming back to this particular account. You see, the work I find here is so old and "yucky" that I wanted to get rid of it for a long time. Only recently though have I had the idea of making a new account. ^_^ BUT, I'm not just doing it for my art (sucky as it is).
No, the real reason behind my getting a new account and all that jazz is because of my upcoming exchange program to Germany...And my burning hate for MySpace. Bah. Anyways, I wanted to get an online journal devoted completely to my trip and this one month leading up to my departure. It being on dA, where I can also post my art, is just a happy perk.
Most of art will fall under two categories: Photos of Germany or things I made with photoshop while in Germany. Go figure. I'm madly in love/addicted to that damn program - Ch, like I need anything else to hold me hostage to my laptop.
...Okay, I keep skimming the edge to the realm of happy insanity, but I wanted to make this somewhat formal and serious sounding...Gee, I suck at doing that for the most part, don't I? Anyways, for anyone who cares below is my new account:
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Check it, cause now I'm outta here for good!
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Oh, and sorry to all of you who I faved or watched...Because I sure as hell ain't going to wade through 291 deviations and 222 messages. ^_~ Love ya all the same though. Peace out!
You rule.
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To the best years, I cheered. To the worst, I cried. To the ones with you, I felt so alive.
A nice compromise, ne?
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To the best years, I cheered. To the worst, I cried. To the ones with you, I felt so alive.
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So the Silmarils were made. Like the crystal of diamonds they appeared, and yet were more strong than adamant.
Guest of the *HotelTransylvania, Room B01-02
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To the best years, I cheered. To the worst, I cried. To the ones with you, I felt so alive.
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"Never touch a butterfly's wings.
They are easily damaged,
And if the butterfly can't fly anymore,
It will die."
-Are You a Butterfly?
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(^ -^) !
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