| Whatever happens.. How bored, frustrated or furious you may be: Never forget to smile. Smiling itself makes life worth living. |


What about today?She sat on her bed. Remembering what she had said. "Wolvie", she had said. "Wolvie, you are my friend." She remembered how she had been sitting in that bus, watching the... others. The grown-ups. The almost adults. They took the same bus for reasons she had never understood. She remembered very well that feeling she had felt when she looked at them, yet she could not make up the words to describe it. It was as if they were another species. It was as if they did not care about what was wonderful anywhere you looked. It was as if they had no fun living. When they were jokint together, it sounded as if tWhat about today?
| So I finally found my way here. I added some of my not too bad photos so it does not look so empty. Maybe I'll do some serious stuff in the future.. don't know. Generally I'm more the writer, and I don't write in english, so... what should I upload? In the meantime I'm just collecting. If you like Fantasy and/or impressing, breathtaking works with brilliant colours, maybe my Favs are worth a look And if you know a deviant whose style would fit in my collection, feel free to give me a hint. If I seem a bit crazy to you about all those pictures, well... I guess you're right.. But I love the (graphical) work of others generally more than my own (that I'd never show publicly, i guess |
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"I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy."
[Charles Baudelaire]
(If you didn't understand anything of that tell me, I'll just say it in english
Hey, du weißt, es ist nicht perfekt - aber klar verständlich
Ich glaube nicht, dass ich eine Sprache wie Deutsch lernen könnte. In Französisch habe ich schön versagt, dabei ist das harmloser
Und kein Thema, ich helfe immer gern, wenn es solchen Spaß macht.
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There are comma-gremlins that attack your stories when you're not looking.
I did like German more than French in highschool though.. I just used to speak dutch in a german accent and got away with it most of the time. After my oral exam French my teacher said she hadn't understood a word of what I was saying, but it was so brave of me to try so let me pass
I had french quite some time, too. And I've always been good at pretending I knew what I was doing.
You know, once you had a new teacher, all you had to to was to convince him in the first few lessons that you knew anything he could ask.
Then the rest of the year was about sleeping... Psssst!
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Standing alone in the night,
no stars and no moon to guide me.
Im living in a world without magic,
a world without hope.
Mother Earth is crying over her children
but nobody listens.
Its the hour of the wolf
And there is no return.
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There are comma-gremlins that attack your stories when you're not looking.
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