Dear citizen of DeviantartI am AMAZED by the amount of "I'm disappointed of you Vap" vibes i got from this ~> http://vaporotem.deviantart.com/art/And-the-winner-is-362671191?q=gallery%3Avaporotem&qo=0And how people took their time to write loonnnggg comments about how this and that is unfair and blah blah.Maybe i wrote it wrong in the description, i don't know any more~Fandoms ARE a good thing in their core, a place where you find people with the same interests as you, art you like and justa place where you feel belong~But you also have to deal with it. With the good comes the bad . You can ignore the crap, sure, but in the end it is the people from the outside mostly who don't know/like that show and expose the crap materials.Just as i wrote:" All fandoms have the good and the bad! The bad just shine in its ugliness better. "I picked up MLP because... i... felt like it?Because it is super popular and relevant at the moment?I could easly just pick up Home Stuck or to put in Doctor
Our ScarsScars fade, but never disappear completely. However, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Scars remind you of the battles you've fought, the trials you've faced and overcome. They show the world that you're human. You've struggled through life just as everyone else has at one point or another. You came out of the battle, not unscathed, but alive. You won the fight. If you hadn't, you'd still be bleeding. But you're not. You're wounds have healed and all that remains are little scars. But these scars aren't ugly. They're beautiful in their own way. They show your weaknesses that have or soon will become your strengths. Sure, they do stilll hurt somethimes, but that just proves that your wounds are slowly, but surely healing. The pain will lessen, it just takes time. Be patient. One day, perhaps you'll see yourself
Final MomentsStabbed in the chest.Throat cut deep and wide.Wrists bleeding out in puddles.Light changes in my fogged and teary eyes.The beating of my heart pounds against impossibility.Breathing slows to a rasping whisper.Arms going numb with blissful pain.Red blurs my vision of the world.The final pounding beat of a faint heart.The last breath of a slipping soul.Limp limbs find their resting places in pools of red.Darkness takes over once and for all.
Mirror MirrorWhen I try to see beauty,I never see me. Mirrors don't lie.It's people's words that make me cry.I've become someone else.I'm never myself.I'm fat and ugly.I'm never smugly.Anorexic?That's toxic, I'm already dyslexic. I don't need another problem,Or another disease.Bulimic?I'm not that pessimistic.Mirror Mirror On The Wall,Who's The Fairest Of Them All?Surely that's me.If it was, I'd be happy.Skinny?Don't lie.I look like a pie.Now tell me,No need to fret...I just want to know...Am I pretty yet?
ScarsYou say you've been scarred,Hurt for life,Stuck in pain,You can't be healed,But that's not true.You've been wounded,And wounds do hurt,Even more if you keep picking the scabs,But wounds heal,And a scar just marks where a wound once was.