http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:YourFavouriteMartyr&section=today deviantART RSS for by:YourFavouriteMartyr en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 17 Dec 2009 03:31:35 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/28626472/ http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/28626472/ Sat, 28 Nov 2009 09:19:53 PST
I have a bunch more novel covers to upload, but I am incredibly lazy. I will probably upload them at some later point in history. I also have a small store of creative juices which will probably be wasted on creating a new roleplay site as opposed to writing a novel (which I SHOULD be doing!)

Over the past few years I have written less and less. My thoughts do not come in words anymore, but in pictures that I can't seem to explain. Thank the gods for graphic programs and my camera or I would probably be a lost cause because I can't draw worth crap.

So, I'm kind of hoping that writing is like riding a bike. Maybe once I practice more and get back on I'll get the hang of it again.

Unless it's like a brain and being smart (use it or lose it). In that case, I must have an IQ of about 4.

I'm going to continue eating and playing god with my sims now.

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]]> ~YourFavouriteMartyr http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/16940511/ http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/16940511/ Mon, 18 Feb 2008 06:08:41 PST Happy birthday, me.

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I'm honestly still trying not to fall over from giddyness, I know it's horrible of me. But OMFG JONNA AND VILLE BROKE UPPPPPPPP. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA. SINGLE. MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.
So THAT'S why Venus Doom is so fucking depressing and delicious. Because they broke up! WOOHOO! *Hyperventilates*

Okay, now I must calm down enough to post what I was thinking about.

I have decided, after much soul searching and deliberation, to be happy. But how can one just decide to be happy?, you may ask. Well, it's quite simple really. I'm just going to stop looking for an excuse to be sad. Being depressed and sad all the time isn't attractive in a woman. It's not charming to never smile, to only have sad things to say, and to never be able to laugh at yourself unless you're being bitter. Being depressed does a lot of things to you. It makes you gain/lose weight, it messes up your complexion, and it just generally makes you look like you've been hit by a truck. Not only that though, it holds you back from doing the things you really want to do in life.

I think if I were to concentrate on being happy, maybe, oh, I don't know, maybe then I'd really be happy?
It may sound awfully silly but what got me to thinking about this, and actually inspired to do this was two things:

First, I talked to a very charming French guy who explained to me that women are dazzling creatures who should never have a day of unhappiness in their lives. He said to me, "You don't want to destroy an angel, you want to become one."

Secondly, (this is even better xD) I was watching HIM videos and interviews of Ville and reading about him and stuff, and I noticed, this guy always seems so happy. He's able to laugh at himself. He's supposed to be the Prince of Darkness, but what makes him so goddamn charismatic is his addicting smile, laugh, and overall happy presence. You never see Ville looking or acting as though he's depressed. Yet he still somehow manages to be himself, and to be dark and sexy.

So really, I think that being happy, and being 'dark', and being 'myself' is quite an attainable position to be in. I have realized that lately, I am depressed because I have no reason to be depressed. That, ladies and gentleman, is a dangerous, self pitying way to think. I have been sad my entire life. I have never had an excuse to be happy before now. Now that I am allowed to do so, I can't seem to become used to the prospect. It's as though some horrible boyfriend who I hated ALOT has finally let me break up with him, but left me with an empty space. To fill that void, I'm looking for every excuse imaginable to call him, or email him, or just talk to him. The space must be filled. The old pair of jeans was so comfortable, why buy new ones?

It will take some work, this I'm sure of. Lots of personal brainwashing. Lots of waking up in the morning and not wanting to stay in bed because life fucking sucks.

Because right now, life isn't so bad. I would be lying if I said I didn't have my problems. But those are just little things, and they can be worked through.

Eep, see? Now that I think about turning off the computer and going upstairs to bed, I have a knot of dread in the pit of my stomach. Because suddenly everything seems so empty again.

Be happy, Shadia. Be happy.

]]> ~YourFavouriteMartyr http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/16366477/ http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/16366477/ Sat, 12 Jan 2008 02:25:04 PST "Do you love me?" asks Moody.
"No. Get away from me," I snap.
"I love you, Shadia," says Dad.
"I love you," I reply.
Life is like one of those kiddie rollarcoasters at the fair, in the shape of a dragon. It starts out with sharp twists and turns, and I hold onto the bar over my legs, my knuckles turning white from the pressure. "Let me out..." I gasp. "Please, I'm going to fall!" The people in front of me look back with concern, and assure me that I will be alright. Then the dragon slowly starts to climb to the top, with sharp, juttering movements. My heart in my chest feels like it's about to explode; I want to faint from all this nervousness and anxiety. Slower, and slower. It's at the top now and you can see the whole fair, splayed out below me. Oh God. Here comes the worst part. It lurches forward violently, speeding down the track. I feel as though the very blood of my body is being thrown up in the air. I can't hold on to anything. I can't handle this. I can't.
But it's over so fast. Before I even have time to scream. The longest and shortest ride ever.
I'm at the top of the rollarcoaster now, holding onto the bars so tightly my knuckles are white.
This is life. A mess of plastic, artificial colours splayed onto a conveyor belt. Red, yellow, black, blue, green. None of it is real. I want so badly for it to be real. But it's going so fast that it isn't.
And the rollarcoaster is getting ready to fly down the track, carrying me to the end.

]]> ~YourFavouriteMartyr http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/16151271/ http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/16151271/ Sat, 29 Dec 2007 11:09:58 PST
Christmas was surprisingly good. I got a bunch of cool stuff, including a flamed guitar and a mp3 player (finally). Now I have a small inventory of my own things that I can have in my room when we move to the new place, which will be by tomorrow evening.

I'll be living here for the next two years, quietly. I'm here to learn responsibility among other things. My take on this is that all great geniuses had mysterious periods in their adolescence when they became even greater, so that's what I'll be doing.

That's my story and I'm sticking with it. >_>

The place where we are moving is very quiet. It's near a graveyard, across from a lake, and a bit far from any stores or bus routes. I'm still debating with my older sister to let me put up my HIM curtains and paint my room black. Just because I'm trying to live a normal, non-chaotic life, it doesn't mean I'll actually BECOME normal, lol.

Anyway, enough about me.

I'll talk to anyone who reads this later.

I heart you Tim! <3333

P.s: Christmas is terrible. I swear to God, I have all this amazing food in my fridge and not enough stomach capacity to eat it. And then when I do eat it, I feel fat. It's like god is laughing at me. What a cruel, cruel person he must be >__>

Can't wait till this snow melts so I can go out and photograph things *__* Not to say that scenery is interesting or anything, but when you put a half naked girl IN the scenery, then it gets interesting.

Especially with the concepts I have.

I'mma go now.

Right now.

*Goes*

]]> ~YourFavouriteMartyr http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/15800102/ http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/15800102/ Tue, 04 Dec 2007 21:27:18 PST Participants all in black and white
You enter in fullblown technicolor
Nothing is the same after tonight

If the world would fall apart
In a fiction worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing
Now that you're here

Yeah, love is a verb here in my room
Here in my room, here in my room

You enter and close the door behind you
Now show me the world as seen from the stars
If only the lights would dim a little
I'm weary of eyes upon my scars

Pink tractor beam into your incision
Head spinning as free as dervishs' whirl
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being that kind of girl
That kind of girl

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I wish for the winter in my heart to turn to spring.

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A ghost long dead has finally reappeared to haunt me. I bring it on myself. I like to touch the flame and feel the pain of being burnt.

Somehow, I will continue forward. I don't know where I'm going, but the road is long and winding.

I had a dream where your cries echoed in my blood, in time with the beating of my heart. I could count the last seconds of your pulse, fading off into the distance, until finally, you burnt out like a wet match.

Now your lover went and put me in the ground. I'll be watching, when she's around.

When you cum you never make a single sound. I'll be watching when she's around.

I'll be watching.

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]]> ~YourFavouriteMartyr http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/12562971/ http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/12562971/ Thu, 12 Apr 2007 05:23:51 PDT Got married on Dofus. Mari drew me awesome sexy pic of hubby and I. She lied, hubby is only shy half the time. The other half he's just as perverted as me. And if he denies it he's lying.
School= byebye.
I got kicked out.
I'm not dwelling too much on it though for some reason.
Cheese?
I need to start CGing and putting some ugly drawings up here.

P.s: I'm so horny. ;________;

]]> ~YourFavouriteMartyr http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/11606882/ http://YourFavouriteMartyr.deviantart.com/journal/11606882/ Mon, 29 Jan 2007 03:02:17 PST
Kay... Um...

On June 28th, 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assinated. Exactly one month later, on July 28th, Germany declared war on Bulgaria.

o_o Holy shit I can't believe I remembered that. XD;

*Goes to get ready for school*

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