Holy Crap. My favorite author has been on dA for two years and I didn't know until five minutes ago. *instant watch* I love seeing how authors who can draw picture their own characters. Hmm... surprising that I haven't done any AHAR fanart yet... I've got a pretty clear idea of what Jaguar looks like, he's a personal favorite, I wish he existed, and if it was possible to have a crush on a fictional character other than Edward Cullen *kicks Twilight back into the Stone Age* then... I forgot where I was going with that before I kicked Twilight back into the stone age, but... YEAH!!
Maybe I'll try drawing him after NaNoWriMo. I've been getting a LOT better at drawing people since we started having live models come in in Drawing I. I can't wait till I have Life Drawing next semester. Get even better at it. I've been wanting to be able to draw people the right way for... quite a long time.
Yay for art college XDD.
Because I know I'm going to fall with the angels
26 days till 18th birthday
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Brains'll only get you so far and luck always runs out.
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There are other ways to fall...
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Dans la candeur de l'aube naissante, tu t'avances,
Longeant la forêt de l'oubli;
Sous tes pas timides mais nerveux l'herbe danse,
Au gré sévère d'un vent maudit.
and + Watchers
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
How are you?
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Dans la candeur de l'aube naissante, tu t'avances,
Longeant la forêt de l'oubli;
Sous tes pas timides mais nerveux l'herbe danse,
Au gré sévère d'un vent maudit.
Between college, some minor issues, and national novel writing month, I've been a little crazy this past month, but I'm making it work. How've you been?
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There are other ways to fall...
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Dans la candeur de l'aube naissante, tu t'avances,
Longeant la forêt de l'oubli;
Sous tes pas timides mais nerveux l'herbe danse,
Au gré sévère d'un vent maudit.
We wait your works.
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~ Promoting Darkness ~
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There are other ways to fall...
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Dans la candeur de l'aube naissante, tu t'avances,
Longeant la forêt de l'oubli;
Sous tes pas timides mais nerveux l'herbe danse,
Au gré sévère d'un vent maudit.
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