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The Roots of love
Within the big tree of live ..
From both efforts
From both fighting
For both dreams
Of a better living.
There can't be love
Without a home
Any sort of home
A cabin even a hut
Love must have it
And must be build by two.
Since the ancient times
Love & fighting are deep connected
Finding your Soul Matte
Finding the better one for you
Can take a whole life
But then be just the beginning of the biggest fight
As Love only survives when both can win together the fighting for stability
Love and fighting for the better live winning
Love for fighting for
Of a common ground establishing
Of one self, of the couple
All the many sentimental theories about love
In the end ... are bulshit
You can love a lot . but if you do not effort
For that financial establishing of both
Love will fade without a home.
That's why so many girls
So many Sometimes they
Just don't join to a man
Because they love.
But because that man
Can give them a home
And just that
And that is wrong
And mere weakness
But the true
Is that, if you love someone.
You first of all must fight side by side
So both can build their home together as a family
With That person, that you love.
There is no other way
If there is not Both sides Daily Efforts
You cant Reach
You cant Stablish
Love & a Hut
Love and the family
Love needs a home
Love needs earnings
Love needs stability
Love needs achievements
So that can grow and establish itself
No matter how desperate and intense a love can be
No Matter how far apart it may be ..
Without that home
That project that dream of both hearts
Without that fighting and acknowledge from both
If one just quits from fighting from both
If one stops fighting to maintain that home
Without Watering Those roots Everyday
For that Tree of love
To become strong and alive
Love just stops being pure
And it starts to be convulse
Starts being Sadness
Starts being a Slave
And stops being
Which is a fight
Both Must do
Love must be free
So we must fight together
For love establishing, for love freedom
In reality .. In Efforts, financially ...
That's the real meaning for the ancient saying
That "love without a hut just cannot be"
If you love you must build a home for that love
You must build a financial common ground
That can give both, freedom & establishing
And both must fight daily for it.
If you want love to survive.
You Need ways for those 2 be financially independent
Love needs financial independence
As much as it needs freedom
As much the roots of a tree need water to grow
And to achieve that Live establishing
Doing what both most love to do
Its a big fighting ahead
Especially if both are somehow artists
And plan to live together
And build a home
Just out of Art.
Might be the biggest challenge ever.
A couple can face ...
As just one to live a live out of art is so difficult ..
Wanting or not ...
Achievements and results
Of all kinds That only with many efforts together can come
They make what love is ...
And wanting or not
Money is the water that makes things grow
So there is a need of a project together
Of making money together and have achievements.
And only within that establishing ground
Achieve their freedom .
In this world... Even entire fields of dreams ...
Grow out of bringing the water of achievements to the land...
Making money ... Together.
ANd its not "The money" ...
Its The Responsibility of both fighting for
Money is worthless ...
Gold is just a stone melted down
But Efforts is what makes it ...
A Better live with Both Efforts Fighting together
That must be a responsibility of both
If both love, both must fight for that better live through dreams together
From the mere dreams of a better living.
Houses are Build
Families are constructed
Thing that just one alone fighting
There is no Couple
There is no family
There is no love
And for that be achieved
Is a hell lot difficult ...
And the fight for financials ...
Have no meaning ..
The search for fame and gold
Ends up with no goal , alone.
Love is a big tree that needs to be planted and watered everyday together
And seed and grown
Not just in a soft heart ground ...
In a place where there is water and financials and nourishing ...
So that love can maintain itself alive
And the tree of that love
Could Grows and become
Beautifully large reaching far
With fruits of love borning
From and for both.
For the same Dream
For a both
How I learn to draw.First off, let me say this: I'm a very raw, struggling artist.
Believe it or not, whenever I draw a new piece, my brain hurts from the amount of thinking and worrying that I go through. What's happening in the picture? What's a nice composition? What colors can I use? Why don't my colors look pretty? Is this quality enough to satisfy myself? How do I even know if it's good enough?
Everyday I restart this cycle of suffering and learning. What I go through a lot of the time is unpleasant surprises (like when halfway through I suddenly realize I screwed up something), and then the disappointment sinks in. Sometimes when I try to draw a complex pose and fail, I break out in sweat from some mix of panic and doubt. Rarely does any painting or drawing go without some form of frustration of disappointment.
There are artists out there who've been in the trade long enough to approach works with full confidence in themselves. I'm not one of them, I'm just a newbie who's just started drawin
This is IronyI count the passing of days in ashtray soldiers,
and stillness in the words of dead poets.
We write our secrets on the inside of our lungs
and hide truths on the inside of our stanzas,
because it’s acceptable to wear hatred on your arms,
but vulnerability is a mark of weakness.
I have choked down everything: pain and shame and arsenic tranquility,
to spew forth such paltry words and call it poetry.
A waltz away from thirty eight caliber oblivion
we press back, back
because death isn’t as romantic as we hoped,
and poison is quieter than a gunshot.
I'm SorryI finally realized that my traumatic past has been catching up to me. My unresolved fears and pain of abandonment as a child by my parents has seeped into my adult life. It triggers extreme reactions in me that drives people close to me away.
I like to pretend to be strong. That whatever comes at me in life, I'll just pull myself up again and get over it. I'd like to believe that what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. I'd like to pretend that if I somehow draw out pain, and put it on canvas, that the pain will be contained on canvas, and not deep inside me. But that's not true.
When I'm knocked down and broken, and left to pick up the pieces of myself, I lose a bit more of myself each time. Not everything can be glued back together again. And never stronger than before. I can't trust again. I'm afraid of people. I'm afraid of being close to anyone.
It's hard to get up each morning. I feel hopeless and helpless. It doesn't matter that everyone tells me otherwise. I don't feel that
The Misery Of Master Victoria Ch 3.Victoria was sad to see her robot friend leave, but she knew Doom was very hot tempered. Then a thought slipped into her head. She ignored her pasta dinner, which Albert had brought into her room.
Victoria knew that Doom would be furious if she came downstairs or even attempted it. It would lead into a massive argument and punishments, with Doom taking her makeup away, or her association with Albert. Her room was decorated mostly as she wanted it except for the ugly weapons that Doom refused to take off her wall. The robotic servants didn't mind the creepy weapons but they sure did scare her.
She then took off her armor and went inside her closet. Victoria took out her cute pink dress. The girl was grateful that Doom actually had allowed her to wear civilian clothes, but he would throw it away if he felt young boys were looking at or attracted to it. Victoria was his, and nobody touched his ward. She then curled her hair and put in her favorite red headband, spraying herself with perfu
Love Reaps part 18
She's turning me into a pushover. I mean, I've never been a pushover!
She wants food.
I get it for her.
She wants a better room.
I argue with the manger to get it for her.
She feels sorry for Elapse.
I carry him up a flight of stairs so he can lie in MY bed.
This is ludicrous, why does this insignificant girl have so much power over my will. Every time I try to glare into her dark eyes, wanting with more than anything to say a 'Fuck NO', it comes out as a hesitant yes. God please help my tainted and tortured spirit to get resistance to her deep soul shaking eyes.
I glued my eyes on his gold locks; it was beginning to sting my eyes. A natural urge to destroy stuff that irritates my sight kicked in. I'm sure he won't mind a new hairstyle, close shave till no blond can be seen. I grinned, Scarlet giving worried side glances from the other end of the room.
His nose twitched, it resembled that witch show oh what was it called?
Elapse groaned; I obvious did some pretty impressive damage