You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
Common Misconceptions: Daily Deviations by Xadrea, journal
Common Misconceptions: Daily Deviations
Hello everyone! In this “Common Misconceptions” blog we’ll be covering the often-debated topic of Daily Deviations, more commonly known as DD’s. This topic is probably most talked about above any other here on deviantART and I don’t think it can be discussed enough when it comes to misinformation. So, let’s begin!:bulletred:A Daily Deviation is an award
Deviousness is an award (and honor). A Daily Deviation is not. A Daily Deviation is a 24-hour site wide feature of the artwork of the community. Think of it as a showcase, not an award ceremony. Artists are supposed to showcase their work occasionally, and i
Common Misconceptions: Traditional Art by ArtistsHospital, journal
Common Misconceptions: Traditional Art
First of all, hello!:wave: It's been almost a year since I contributed a blog post to this lovely group so I want to say hi I'm back folks! I have a lot of artsy things to share with you all that I've learned (and am still learning) so hang on tight! While I was thinking what to write as my first topic, I decided to kind of go back to the beginning as far as our thinking as artists goes in the creation process. I've come up with a short series called "Common Misconceptions" just to debunk some myths and misguided trends that are so often part of what we experience as we grow. This first "Common Misconceptions" topic will focus on traditional
Sketching my face - German by hilariousnuschk, literature
Literature
Sketching my face - German
Sketching my face
Der Wecker riss Melanie aus dem Schlaf. Müde tastete sie nach dem Handy und drückte die Taste, die das Piepsen verstummen ließ; sie hatte das Telefon schon so lange, dass sie das auch im Dunkeln konnte.
Melanie setzte sich auf. Sie war noch blind, wie jeden Morgen. Vorsichtig fuhr sie mit den Fingern über ihre Haare, die Stirn und dort entlang, wo das Gesicht sein sollte.
Nichts. Glatte, zarte Haut spannte sich vom Haaransatz bis zu den Kieferknochen; wo Nase, Augen, Mund hingehörten, war nichts als weiche, sanft gewölbte Fläche.
So war es früh immer; doch jeden Tag erstarb in Me
You look at me like!
I am nobody
You always want to fight!
Even when there is no need
You accuse me!
Of having no humanity...
So here's the solution,
Which I think that you seek...
Why don't we cut each other!
And see which one of us bleeds!
(Because you are to me...)
So dead inside!
Not really alive!
So full of self importance
And way too full of pride...!
So dead inside!
And it's hard to hide!
The lack of emotion...
In your eyes!
(Because you are to me...
So dead inside...)
Your words are a knife edge!
That we all balance upon
I'd like to jump off of this ledge!
And show you that you are alone
You accuse me!
Of bei