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Fav feature #35 pt1

Journal Entry: Sun Jul 15, 2012, 8:19 AM
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I went through my favourites today (you got to do something when it get tough to breathe) and came to the conclusion that 144 favourites of mine since #34 have less than 50 favourites and that excludes a rare few like pieces from dA:s t-shirt contest and gemgoode's quotes that has a mini feature below.

It's crazy really that I have so much favourites since december considering I've barely been here since I got my heart broken in february. I must say it was a bit tough to go through some of the art though since it reminded me... but nonetheless it's amazing art and you should definitely take a look!

Time freezes now so no matter if they will get above 50 they will be in the coming features, this is part 1 of 5.

FAV FEATURE #35 pt 1
Theme: My own favs with less than 50 favs

architectural poem  23 by kifish Skatpojken by ElfenCeres A Beautiful Dream by trezoid Corpse Wake II by acrid-placidity Scent of a Memory by alexandrasalas Inhale by HillbillyDeluxe AM-FMThe stars lingering out there,
so distant and removed from my world
but voices sparkle and stutter out
like soft lullabies on the buzzing waveband
filling my bedroom with electric life
and I become submerged in their frequency.
They call out to me, draw me forth and
channel the stories of my life through the filters
of their minds, whisper it back in lyrics
seemingly exorcised from my thoughts
and bring our static souls into perfect harmony.
When sunlight bursts over the horizon
and banishes the evening from these walls
they talk to me of foreign worlds
just outside these windows and lull me
gently silent, send me into the ether,
a captain without a compass beneath a starless sky.
Still soft and murmuring we fade in and out,
twist the dials inside our chests
and find our station never silent, always waiting
amongst the airwaves like the ghost of an embrace
that never turns away and always seeks our audience,
our quiet consent to broadcast the feedback of our

DeparturesMoonlight glows
like hot breath on cold glass.
Snow floats sideways
across the absence of expression
between my red cheeks.
Jaundiced lights
dimly paint the fractured pavement
of a vacant parking lot.
It's beautiful in its own way..
     the emptiness, at least.
some people can ruin things
just by being present.
           Others destroy everything
           the moment they leave.
We who remain
admire those who have gone
but somewhere within
we justify our inability to move,
our lack of forward motion.
if we all went away somewhere,
who'd be left
to count the snowflakes
and point out
just how much you're missed
in the first place?
A-T: What is this, missing
Where have you been, I have missed you.
The path has been cold and lonely without you
Darkness has me in shroud
Whispering dreams that I do not wish
Talk to me, tell me anything
You know so much, I know nothing
Allow me to touch your face
And allow the white to consume and free me
peachy. by leylatmz still life. III by leylatmz Listen to your heart... by leylatmz Fairy by Ner-Tamin Yay for greeting cards by ArtAnda How snow is made by ArtAnda Dakini :on wall: by ArtAnda Girl who swam with dolphins II by ArtAnda World Of Sleepers by Raghveer Miss Tattoo Gurl by Lullipops
Girl and Peonies by kwikdraw Draw a line, Pick your side by XOHappyEmo Simpler, Easier, KinderShe used to be a princess, straight out of a fairytale, trailing spun gold and winged butterflies behind her. She ruled her kingdom from her Daddy's shoulders, beautiful and resplendent in her youth. Perhaps it would have been simpler to watch her run free with innocence draped on her shoulders like a superhero's cape. Simpler. Easier. Kinder to shield this tiny girl-child from the world and its inherent evil. Her fall from grace was a beautiful disaster. There is some sad poetry in the slow tumble of limbs and the tangled waterfall of honey blonde hair. There is something untouchably lyrical in the transformation from child into something not quite adult. She no longer perched on her father's strong torso with his hands clasped tightly around her ankles, protection of the highest form. Daddy was otherwise preoccupied. With work, with her mother (and later, his girlfriends, some of whom asked to be called "Mom"), with his own life. No time for a forgotten princess of a forgotten land. savedShe did it over Spring Break, while I was on vacation in Mexico. As I was sipping a piña colada, a magazine tipped open on my lap, my best friend took a deadly cocktail of Tylenol and pilfered wine. She left a note, tightly fisted in her hand, for those she left behind. In it, she divided up her belongings, said the necessary goodbyes. She didn't tell us why. We don't know why.
That's what keeps me up at night. Not the teddy bear she'd had as a child that sits on my shelf. Not her text messages still saved on my phone. Not even the horrible funeral, her body like marble in the coffin. It's not that I didn't save her. It's that I didn't know she needed to be saved.
This.Jenna is six and in love with Peter. Peter and Jenna are best friends. They do everything together. When they play house, Jenna is Mom and Peter is Dad. Carlie and Joanie are usually the babies. Mom Jenna and Dad Peter tuck them into the pretend bed in their pretend house, pulling the pretend covers snug around them. Then, they go to their room, just a few steps away. Jenna kisses Peter, a chaste peck on the lips, the kind her mommy and daddy give each other in the mornings. She calls it gross when they do it, but when it's Peter, it's not gross at all. They lie down next to each other and Peter puts one arm around Jenna. This is what love is.
Christian is eleven and head over heels for Sammy. Sammy is his next door neighbor and the prettiest girl he's ever seen. She's small and cute and fragile. They push each other on the swings. She helps him with his homework, the math parts that he claims to not understand. In truth, he loves math. Really, he's very good at it. But he likes Sammy
Almost storm by WolfsScent A ninja's playground by purakashi

PARTY HARD by Dead-Deviant :thetimewithoutyou by Gomotes Fancy mustache by catluvr2

Designed quotes by the lovely gemgoode
only the last 3 but almost all if not all have less than 20 favs
so make sure to check out her gallery!
Day One Hundred and Eighty by gemgoode Day One Hundred and Eighty-Two by gemgoode Day One Hundred and Eighty-One by gemgoode

Former Fav features
#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, #10,
#11, #12, #13, #14, #15, #16, #17, #18, #19, #20,
#21, #22, #23, #24, #25 , #26 , #27pt1 , #27pt2 , #28pt1 , #28pt2,
#29 , #30, #31pt1, #31pt2, #32 , #33 , #34

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Tack så mycket(Bättre sen än aldrig som man brukar säg). :D
petrova Oct 29, 2012  Hobbyist
Så sant :nod:
XOHappyEmo Jul 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you, so much :heart:
petrova Aug 1, 2012  Hobbyist
Oh my pleasure, keep up the good work!
wow.. thank you so much <3
petrova Jul 20, 2012  Hobbyist
Oh my pleasure :heart:
gemgoode Jul 16, 2012  Professional General Artist
Thank you so much for the feature! :) :heart: :huggle:
petrova Jul 20, 2012  Hobbyist
Oh no, thank you for all the beautiful quotes you make come to life :huggle:
gemgoode Aug 3, 2012  Professional General Artist
alexandrasalas Jul 15, 2012   Digital Artist
Thank you very much for the feature! :hug:
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