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Yeah. Just finished reading WGWG by JG. @ 2am. Sleep is obsolete.
Rhyme.
Um, these are the rare moments where I get thrown headfirst into a twister (not tornado, because right now I have an image of Dorothy, Oz, and Kindergarteners in my head) and I see why people have religion.
Controversial moment time.
I don't honestly believe in religion. I'm not saying this to start a fight but it's true. It's an unseen thing that I can put myself behind. I get it. I get it. It's called "faith" for a reason. You have to give something without knowing you'll get something. I get it. (I'm pretty good at that HTML thing. ^^) Faith is taking the first step when you don't see the whole staircase. <---Quote from Martin Luther King Jr. (my childhood hero) according to a television commercial.
I'm a skeptic. There's no way I'm getting on a staircase where I have no idea if the whole thing's there. I'm not putting myself out there like that, no thank you. I can't believe in something invisible. There was more proof of Santa and The Tooth Fairy and look how that turned out. I take the Bible as an interpretation of how things COULD have happened and leave everything we don't know as it is. We can't say what happened or didn't. We were there. (<-- Motto for most of things in my life) So who are we to say what did or didn't? Prove your theories, people. And science, don't get me started on science. I've got a major problem with people arguing against religion with things that they only know because some people, once upon a long time ago, agreed to them. Which is what religion are.
Hello pot, hello kettle. Have you two met?
This is why I'm agnostic. I can't say what is or isn't true. I'm merely mortal and who are we mere mortals to say what history is? History is hisstory. He who fights to see the end, gets to write the books. I'm sure those in England see the American Revolution differently.
Not the point of this post really. I've just realized that while looking at my humidifier which really should have been emptied weeks ago.
The point is, this is one of those moments where I see why people need it. Why people need to believe in something. Why they need to feel that there's something more after life for them, that there's something, someone, watching over them. It would be a nice thought, right. Someone higher, pulling strings so you don't feel guilty. It's like when your parents are there saying that they'll know everything and that some how keeps you out of trouble.
This is a moment where I wish I had something to believe, to blindly trust fall into. Something to turn to, to have define you. But then, whenever I consider "finding faith", I'm reminded that it's like trying to believe in Santa again. It's a lie to me. And it's not fair to those who believe unconditionally.
So yeah. Sometimes, I wish I had something a little like religion on my side.
BTW: I'm starting my personal blog back up. It's not in my website field on my profile page because Gilly Lit is most likely going to be more active and more interesting. But Amazingly Hysterical is a little bit more, well personal. For all the thoughts that aren't prompted by my American Lit. teacher. I adore the name and couldn't bring myself not to use it.
But yeah, it's becoming more and more active but I warn you: there'll be alot of repeats when you compare it to my dA.
Oh! But that's not why I brought up my blog (other than selfish plugging). Somebody followed it recently after my latest deviation, Rebels & Regrets (technically with 'and' but dA doesn't allow the symbol that I intend) fav.me/d3awqhs. I logged on my blog to post and saw that the little followers thing read '12' instead of ''11'. Naturally, I went insane. Someone's following little-ole-me's blog. That's wickedness.
So, ltd-101, whoever you are, you rock to the power of 93. Really, you're amazing. I love you. So much <--Is what I'd say if I knew you like that
Second be-tea-double-u (because I tend to spell it out verbally): Sorry for going into an unresponsive spell lately. I've been pretty lame.
Oh, and another one: I've been reading "Total Drama Comeback", which is something I read a while ago but I'm realizng that all of this stuff seems pretty n2m (new to me). It's wickedness in writing though. Any Total Drama friends MUST check out, if they haven't already. The Kobold Necromancer's a pretty good author. Linky to my right ---> www.fanfiction.net/s/4519916/1…
... I think that's everything I wanted to say. Ta for nao. ♥♥♥
[/Revelation] (<-- stole this off of one of sparksoflight's blogposts. Love you (and your ideas) JT!
Rhyme.
Um, these are the rare moments where I get thrown headfirst into a twister (not tornado, because right now I have an image of Dorothy, Oz, and Kindergarteners in my head) and I see why people have religion.
Controversial moment time.
I don't honestly believe in religion. I'm not saying this to start a fight but it's true. It's an unseen thing that I can put myself behind. I get it. I get it. It's called "faith" for a reason. You have to give something without knowing you'll get something. I get it. (I'm pretty good at that HTML thing. ^^) Faith is taking the first step when you don't see the whole staircase. <---Quote from Martin Luther King Jr. (my childhood hero) according to a television commercial.
I'm a skeptic. There's no way I'm getting on a staircase where I have no idea if the whole thing's there. I'm not putting myself out there like that, no thank you. I can't believe in something invisible. There was more proof of Santa and The Tooth Fairy and look how that turned out. I take the Bible as an interpretation of how things COULD have happened and leave everything we don't know as it is. We can't say what happened or didn't. We were there. (<-- Motto for most of things in my life) So who are we to say what did or didn't? Prove your theories, people. And science, don't get me started on science. I've got a major problem with people arguing against religion with things that they only know because some people, once upon a long time ago, agreed to them. Which is what religion are.
Hello pot, hello kettle. Have you two met?
This is why I'm agnostic. I can't say what is or isn't true. I'm merely mortal and who are we mere mortals to say what history is? History is hisstory. He who fights to see the end, gets to write the books. I'm sure those in England see the American Revolution differently.
Not the point of this post really. I've just realized that while looking at my humidifier which really should have been emptied weeks ago.
The point is, this is one of those moments where I see why people need it. Why people need to believe in something. Why they need to feel that there's something more after life for them, that there's something, someone, watching over them. It would be a nice thought, right. Someone higher, pulling strings so you don't feel guilty. It's like when your parents are there saying that they'll know everything and that some how keeps you out of trouble.
This is a moment where I wish I had something to believe, to blindly trust fall into. Something to turn to, to have define you. But then, whenever I consider "finding faith", I'm reminded that it's like trying to believe in Santa again. It's a lie to me. And it's not fair to those who believe unconditionally.
So yeah. Sometimes, I wish I had something a little like religion on my side.
BTW: I'm starting my personal blog back up. It's not in my website field on my profile page because Gilly Lit is most likely going to be more active and more interesting. But Amazingly Hysterical is a little bit more, well personal. For all the thoughts that aren't prompted by my American Lit. teacher. I adore the name and couldn't bring myself not to use it.
But yeah, it's becoming more and more active but I warn you: there'll be alot of repeats when you compare it to my dA.
Oh! But that's not why I brought up my blog (other than selfish plugging). Somebody followed it recently after my latest deviation, Rebels & Regrets (technically with 'and' but dA doesn't allow the symbol that I intend) fav.me/d3awqhs. I logged on my blog to post and saw that the little followers thing read '12' instead of ''11'. Naturally, I went insane. Someone's following little-ole-me's blog. That's wickedness.
So, ltd-101, whoever you are, you rock to the power of 93. Really, you're amazing. I love you. So much <--Is what I'd say if I knew you like that
Second be-tea-double-u (because I tend to spell it out verbally): Sorry for going into an unresponsive spell lately. I've been pretty lame.
Oh, and another one: I've been reading "Total Drama Comeback", which is something I read a while ago but I'm realizng that all of this stuff seems pretty n2m (new to me). It's wickedness in writing though. Any Total Drama friends MUST check out, if they haven't already. The Kobold Necromancer's a pretty good author. Linky to my right ---> www.fanfiction.net/s/4519916/1…
... I think that's everything I wanted to say. Ta for nao. ♥♥♥
[/Revelation] (<-- stole this off of one of sparksoflight's blogposts. Love you (and your ideas) JT!
TumbleTumble
Do you realize
That
There's millions of ideas
Thought but unheard?
Millions of words
Unsaid, unsought
And those fanciful people,
Places, things, and ideas
Merely rot.
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[/spontaneous poetic wording]
Point is: There's a bunch of things that don't get turned into completed work. There are lines and phrases that don't match yet. And I get pretty frustrated when I can't share them. So I created a tumblr.
Honestly, that's not why. That's why I'm picking mine back up.
randomactsofpoeticinjustice.tumblr.com
ATM, I'm in the process of adding things. New stuffs won't be up till about this time next week maybe. I went
Daybreak (Don't Laugh)
And in that moment, there were only three things that I was absolutely sure about.
First, her name was Abigail.
Second, somewhere, deep inside of her -
having been cultivated since birth-
she coveted a happy ending.
And third, there was no chance of me giving it to her.
Pfft. I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. This came into my mind while listening to the 50 Taylor Swift songs of my iPod on repeated shuffle (Don't judge me) after a few story ideas popped into my head. And I admit: I'm pretty darn close to actually doing this. Which is saying something.
Just a couple of short story entries. Nothing much. And they'll mostly revolve around Ab
How am *I* of all people Ghetto?
[x] Mother.
[x] Father.
[ ] Step-Father.
[ ] Step-Mother.
[ ] Step Sister.
[ ] Step Brother.
[ ] Brother.
[ ] Brother In Law.
[ ] Sister.
[ ] Sister In Law.
[ ] Half sister.
[ ] Half brother.
[ ] Nephew.
[ ] Niece.
[ ] Boyfriend/Girlfriend.
[x] Mobile phone.
[ ] Own bathroom.
[x] Own room.
[ ] Have/had a swimming pool.
[ ] Have/had a hot tub.
[x] Guest room.
[x] Living Room.
[x] Own computer.
[x] Own TV.
[x] Flat TV.
[ ] There is some big carpet at your house.
Total: 9
[x] Full size/Queen bed.
[ ] More than 8 pairs of shoes.
[x] MP3 Player
[ ] PS3
[ ] Nintendo DS.
[ ] Gameboy/Advance.
[ ] Gamecube.
[ ] Xbox/X
FPL
I have a project due in :goes to check: 11 hours. And I'm pretty much just started. Challenge accepted. ^^
But seriously, the point of this blog post is to talk about 52 Weeks. Now, dotyrose (https://www.deviantart.com/dotyrose) (Hey! I'm getting good at this! [in reference to tags]) got me into this. She convinced me with all of the powers that were available to her atm. This, I find ironic seeing that she's the one who keeps missing weeks. :P Love you Dee.
But that's not the point.
The point is, I'm Feeling Pretty Lucky. I mean, 1 year ago, I was a weird child with nothing posted who only really used her dA and only used it to collect things she liked. Then, I posted so
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woohoo, thats me I was gonna mention it when I got your link from somewhere else but I forgot. Hmm I didnt know it showed my e-mail, I thought it would show my name....oh well. So now Im stalking you in 2 places that sounds alittle creepy, but its true Oh gosh this is the second time that you love me, Im on a roll