TwilightThese stars, they peek down at meTwilight by emopunkgirl06
From between the clouds and dance
Through my hair, between your ankles
It's a beautiful sight, can you hear me now?
Staring up a sliver,
Just a clipping of the moon,
And the headlights and street lamps
Flood my mind with foreign words.
Cotton candy pink,
You can't help but wonder if
The clouds would become sticky
Against your fingers and wrapped around your head,
Not in a sugar high but close enough,
Up in the skies. Can you hear me now?
And then, when the saltwater stars to
Eat at the edges
And prismatic blues fill the sky,
You ask me,
"Tell me something I don't already know."
Mist and dew against your shoes,
Between the grass,
Things start to feel solid and vibrant
As the saltwater chases
The stars and the moon away. Can you hear me now?
Between the branches and the leaves,
Exploring the carcasses of day,
You're a stranger in the night, when
Everyone else is asleep and gone.
Yearning for the perfect moment between
Night and morning,
Between asleep an
Pillmatic - ScriptFADE in:Pillmatic - Script by missxscissorhands
A montage of clips involving a young man flash across the screen. This is PETE.
- A break up with a girlfriend. She leaves angry.
- Eats dinner alone and then he gets sick.
- In his car. He looks at a map and through the windshield at street signs. He's upset.
- Kissing somebody. He turns away and wipes his mouth. He is disgusted.
- He writes at a desk. Most of the words are scratched out. The paper is a mess.
- A blur of somebody falling on the sidewalk. They sit up. Their knees are SCRAPED. The skin peels.
INT. BATHROOM. NIGHT.
Pete's reflection in the mirror shows that he is holding his eyes in the palms of his hands. He looks at himself in the mirror. He has no expression on his face. He opens the medicine cabinet that is full of prescription bottles. He takes one out and SHAKES it. A few pills RATTLE around the bottom.
Pete shakes the last two pills into his hand. He puts them in his mouth one at a time. He turns the tap on, and water GUSHES
Living Creature Drawing: Prohibited for Moslems?In this worldwide art community we all familiar with, deviantART, we are all united across many of our differences. From language, nationality, style of art, and of course: religion.Living Creature Drawing: Prohibited for Moslems? by firnaways2rock
We have our own beliefs, and this is a diversity we must appreciate and respect. But no matter what our religion is, art could cross the boundaries between them. In brief, all deviants from all religions took a great part in the development my art forms. But in some religion itself, not all of the art forms are legal.
In this occasion, the specialty would be the prohibition of the creation of human and other living creature drawings in Islamdrawings here also refer to paintings, statues, dolls, photograph, action figures, plushies, and etcetera. This exclusion is taken from this Hadist as a basic reference:
The persons who will suffer the most on the End of the Day are the people w
Snow Day ::Frerard::Clammy lips opened slowly, noiselessly, to release a gust of breath. His eyes lowered to focus on the mushroom cloud of hot, condensed air that hung above his mouth in the cold, still winter frost. His frozen fingers clung to the side of his jacket and with shaking fingers, he zipped his hoodie up. He shoved his hands into his jacket, which was over his hoodie, and brought his hands as close together as they would go, closing the jacket without actually bothering with the troublesome buttons. Its cold, he said redundantly.Snow Day ::Frerard:: by sweetangel4eva11
The other gave him a look, one eyebrow raised and his bottom lip jutting out perfectly. His eyes were bright, alight with life. His cheeks were flushed a scarlet color, just nestled on top of his cheek bones. The pink trickled down the side of his face, gently fading into white, pale skin within millimeters of the bright, ruby red. Yes, it is cold, he agreed, and his lips pulled into a bright, wide smile. His hands reached out and jammed