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Midnight Rambling...What is love?Midnight Rambling... by WhiteWitchFire
Its a question that we all ask ourselves at some point in our lives just as we all wish that someone someday will come up with an actual definition for the feeling.
I personally dont think that love is meant to be defined. Its an emotion. Its something thats meant to be felt not analysed.
Its not rational. Its not meant to be rational. Its meant to make you say and do crazy things.
Its all part of being in love.
Love can bring out the best and the worst in people. It just depends on how you look at it.
Some people will wonder if their love is real. I say that if both people in a relationship feel it and they both believe in it then yes. If their willing to sacrifice anything for their significant other then I think that they are defiantly in love.
The best thing about love is that its for everyone. Its not limited by age, gender, ethnicity. Its free. To be loved or to be in love is everyones right.
The ArtistWhat is art? Everybody has different opinions on it. Some say it is sketching. Others say it is painting. A few more say that it is clay work.The Artist by WhiteWitchFire
People disagree on whether or not art should last forever and never age, always be there to inspire and admire or whether or not is should be fleeting and last only an instant so that people have to appreciate its beauty while they can.
Personally I say why cant it be all these things and more.
To me art is what you make it.
It could be the music that you write or play. It could be the drawing that you make, the painting that you create or the clay pot you sculpt.
It could be the monument you build, which will last through the generations, always there to inspire. That will stand there so tall that people cannot help but stare and marvel at the craftsmanship.
It could be the drawing done on the sidewalk that you just cant help but admire. The drawings that are done in chalk and that will only be there for a short amount of time before the
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer by EvilpixieA
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru
Likes: drawing, writing, music.
Dislikes: loud people, annoying humans, unevolved homo sapiens. And water.
Hobbies: Drawing, writing.
Thats all you need to know.
Current Residence: Behind you
Favourite genre of music: Rock or metal
Favourite style of art: Good art?
Operating System: Does chocoate count? It's how I operate ^.^
Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo
Personal Quote: Don't get mad, get sadistic.