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And here are the pieces inspired by that image:
Snow-globeShe had a little snow-globe in her room, and in that perfect moment of twilight it would send incandescent flittering light all across the ceiling. It seemed that it was trying to break the glass of which it was made, trying to set free the beauty it confined. She would pick it up and shake it, but it was not snow that would flurry and fuss in the confinement, but little specks of jewels. When it sat quietly on her bedside table, it was peaceful and white, with some of her bedroom-wall blue forced into its hues. In it lived two beings, so restrained and yet so free. The first, a woman, grounded to the floor and touching the glass with her bar
Flight The look of triumph slips off his face as he hovers six feet above the sand. He waves his arms, straining to sink back to earth. He doesn't move any lower. He can't.
She tries not to laugh, but it feels so good to see him with out his cloak of arrogance.
“But how am I supposed to land?”
“Didn't you finish the chapter?” she asks.
“I never read that far. There's never anything important.”
“Right,” she says. And this time her laughter won't be contained. It's spilling out around the edges of her self control so hard she's shaking.
“Stop it. It's not funny. Get me down.”
Jump StartJump Start
we camped in the desert almost every weekend
doctors said relaxation would help, getting away would help
isolation did drive us to shelter in each other
a haven with all the frailty of a tent flap
on days like that day: sky a faded, salt-flat grey,
clouds carrying someone else’s rain
pushed by grit-laden wind that stripped
saliva from spent lips and sweat from two scratched backs
until she came sprinting over the privy dune, waving a stick
then the thunder broke in me, an adrenal flash flood
that swept my sense away, chest seized, near drowning
and I leaped, as if by terrified joy I could become a bird
limbs hooking the win
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I’ve seen these “I love you more than…” lists on tumblr before, then a little while ago another member of deviantART asked me to write on a piece of cardboard “I love you the most” and take a picture so she could compile a bunch of them and give it to her boyfriend.
What I would like to do is collect a bunch of pictures that express this “I love you more than…” idea. So say you wanted to contribute and you really love Harry Potter, you could write on a piece of paper, or get more creative and make a digital/traditional art piece that says “I love you more than Harry Potter”, and then you could draw a snitch or a lightning bolt or whatever… you get where I’m going with this right? It’s like the deviantART secret’s thing except your expressing what you love.
Pleaseeither upload it to dA and send me the link, your .stash if you don't want to share it and send me the link so I can download it or message me and I'll send you my email address.
I would be eternally grateful if you could help me out. Let's get to spreading the love.
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deviantANXIETY, A Case StudyYou've joined to become a great artist, or to show the world that you're a great artist. You've joined to ogle all things kawaii. You've joined to troll the forums, or the chatrooms, or both. But above all, you've joined to become a llama baron: you've got your heart set on obtaining a golden llama badge, and nothing's gonna stand in your way.
You've added a couple of people to your deviantWATCH whose art you're somewhat interested in. Or perhaps you added them because you thought that they were cute, or because you liked their avatars, or because they offered you some advice, or because they helped to allay the awkwardness you felt on joini
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