| Pictures from my trip to San Francisco. Most are of the Palace of Fine Arts. |


My PledgeI like to think I'm a good person. I'm probably a bad person in reality, but in my head I can deny it as long as I want. I can live inside tangled thoughts that go as quickly as they come, let streaks of genius slip through my fingers, and just pretend the world outside doesn't matter. Because, that would make life so much easier, wouldn't it? Just think I'm a good person, and I will be. But the funny thing about living in your head is that you can't truly escape yourself. Along with those moments of brilliance I'd seek to surround myself with, those elusive wonders that let me know I truly can do something, are muddy stains of disapproval thMy Pledge


Let me tell you a storyYou'll never know me, You'll never ignore me, Or love me, Hate me, Lie to me, Die for me.Let me tell you a story
But stories of mine will be told, With the nightmares and the fears, So let me take you back several years.
Vodka stains from the falls, Vomit stench on walls, Blood stains out the door, Pretend and you'll see no more.
Broken bottles on the ground, Walk on them without a sound, Ignore them or you'll sure be doomed, The monster is sleeping in the other room.
So sleep at night,
Nice and tight, Be lulled to sleep, &n


Venganza'Oh, how quickly a room can become nostalgic,' she mused to herself, stepping through the doorway like a portal to another time. How long had it been since her frequent visits to this office and it's occupant? Four months? Five? It felt like so much longer, but as well it felt as if it could have been only minutes ago. Her nostalgia seemed to make the heavy reality in the dusty air more suffocating, and the once good connotation in the word vanished like a specter in the night. But now was no time of mourning, she had to remind herself. She was strong. She had lost much, gained little, and could take what she needed. She was a Rosales, and toVenganza
| Pictures from my trip to San Francisco. Most are of the Palace of Fine Arts. |
| Self-explanatory. |
| A collection of art and literature that makes me want to work harder to get that good. Also, a bunch of tutorials and photoshop brushes and textures that come in handy quite often. |

| There's not much to know about me, other than I'm usually pretty friendly to most. I have strong opinions about most things, and since I'm quite stubborn it's useless trying to change my mind. I'm not too good at drawing (however I'm trying to get better), so chances are if you aren't a friend of mine, you're at my profile because of either my stamps or my writing. If you choose to watch me, be warned; I will upload art every so often, and it will make your eyes bleed. I also spam with journals on useless shit and surveys. For those who want to know, I'm a liberal. As well, I'm pro-choice (only for medical reasons or rape, though) and believe in global warming (if you don't, well, I think we can still agree that pollution isn't doing any good). I'm open to the opinions of others, however, and will keep things civil on my part. Everyone has different opinions, no use fighting. I'm prone to ranting, as well, so be warned if you get into a conversation about something I have strong opinions on. I also swear like the family of redneck sailors I come from, have a weird sense of humor, and epic fail at things so much I epic win. A quick run-down of my interests would be video games, Quinton Tarantino movies, RPing, dogs, writing poetry and prose, sleeping 13 hours a day, faving and making stamps, reading manga, reading everything else that can be read, watching Adult Swim, studded belts and bracelets, and making inappropriate jokes. A quick run-down of things I don't like would be work, people who insist on flaming/trolling to make a point, cats, driving, Mary-Sues/Gary-Stus, and fakes. If you're hoping I have some sort of 'label' to judge me by, too bad, cause I am my own flavor of soup. I dress in black and wear eyeliner as much as I dress in bright colors and walk around barefoot. I enjoy every kind of music (except rap and bubble-gum pop), and am friends with all kinds of people (from goth to prep to punk). I mainly read and write darker stuff, so if you're hoping to find a story about magical unicorns who discover a pot of rose-colored gold at the end of a sparkly rainbow that Edward Cullen farted out his ass while making out with several Mary-Sues, you're out of luck. Go try some other writer's gallery. Well, that about sums me up for now, so good night, good luck, and choose the right path. If you don't get it, check the webcam. |
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
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My NEW Blog! Come on by! [link]
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
---The Venture Bros.
My NEW Blog! Come on by! [link]
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BET YOU CAN'T CLICK ON THIS [link]
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Hair tutorial - [link]
Catch my 7000 kiriban and I will give you a free art!
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'!everybody knows that life can be wonderful!'
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"The square root of gabblygook squared is gabblygook" ~My math teacher
"Perspective equals buttcrack" ~My English teacher
"I made a peanut butter sandwich. That's what she said." ~My Biology teacher
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Thank you
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~Azixel~
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Jeanette Mathews: Character Design Portfolio [link]
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