Nobody's there when you get home You're renting movies on your own My photo's on your bedroom wall You sit there waiting for my call
And I know I leave you on your own And I need you to be strong When I'm walking away And I I hate to say goodbye It gets harder every time What I feel You feel inside When the day turns into night
Another tired afternoon Another destined hotel room I hate the fact that You're not here But now I'm counting Down the days till I Get there
...i just.. stopped breathing as i read those words. literally stopped breathing.
but, in the best of ways as i've been staring at the screen for so long trying to make sense of the nothingness i'm feeling -- and then there was this. it answered the mess i can't make clear. the image? ... perfect.
..thiiiiis, my dear. this is why i watch you. follow you. i know you'll but to image something i could never say for myself. and you do it so beautifully.
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---- [...a secret was concealed.] it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands! it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end; where i wrote:
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That time just always flew by I always wondered why All the lies I shouldnt consume myself in this I should, just fight the tears Let myself know I will wake from this dream Only believing there no receiving in this Only believing in one thing
thank you sooooo soooo much, sweety you are always too kind to me and I always KNOW that at least (and specially) YOU would understand the meaning, the messages and, IN PARTICULAR, the emotions of my art thank you for that (and for the ), YOU are the reason why I submit my pieces on dA, in pubblic... always hoping that somebody would feel them like I do...
aw, i'm so glad that it MEANS so much to you that i connect to your devi's. so many artists have a goal to portray and emotion or feeling and hope their viewers can connect -- but then when they DO and share how much a peice meant to them, too often the artist does really seem to care that much. it's nice for them to hear, but they're not that invested that it matters to them much if a viewer relates well. the connection stops there
but that's just how amazing you are that it DOES matter to you. you're a wonderful person not just an amazing artist.
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---- [...a secret was concealed.] it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands! it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end; where i wrote:
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Devious Comments
ali opet prelijepo
svidja mi se ova pjesma od njih a charlie je taaaakoooo sladak
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. ...Angel shine your light on me... .
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the world is changed.
p.s. it's between you and me.
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the world is changed.
p.s. it's between you and me.
...i just.. stopped breathing as i read those words. literally stopped breathing.
but, in the best of ways as i've been staring at the screen for so long trying to make sense of the nothingness i'm feeling -- and then there was this. it answered the mess i can't make clear.
the image? ... perfect.
..thiiiiis, my dear.
this is why i watch you. follow you. i know you'll but to image something i could never say for myself.
and you do it so beautifully.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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That time just always flew by
I always wondered why
All the lies I shouldnt consume myself in this
I should, just fight the tears
Let myself know I will wake from this dream
Only believing there no receiving in this
Only believing in one thing
you are always too kind to me and I always KNOW that at least (and specially) YOU would understand the meaning, the messages and, IN PARTICULAR, the emotions of my art
thank you for that (and for the
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the world is changed.
p.s. it's between you and me.
and for the
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the world is changed.
p.s. it's between you and me.
so many artists have a goal to portray and emotion or feeling and hope their viewers can connect -- but then when they DO and share how much a peice meant to them, too often the artist does really seem to care that much. it's nice for them to hear, but they're not that invested that it matters to them much if a viewer relates well. the connection stops there
but that's just how amazing you are that it DOES matter to you.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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