Tongue Twister VanitasxNamine by DivineWolfe, literature
Literature
Tongue Twister VanitasxNamine
~*Tongue Twister*~
"Everything you want," he breathed into her ear, and Naminé shivered in response. "Is only a picture away."
~***~
One could attempt to describe Naminé's room, her chamber, her prison cell in Castle Oblivion, but mostly only a single syllable word was needed to adequately convey the appearance of said area.
White.
Her room was pure, featureless white. She didn't even have any sketches tacked on the walls. They were all in her art book, and besides the small splashes of color brought by her pencils and crayons, there was nothing interesting to note.
Naminé sat alone at her ivory table, sandaled feel occas
~*Dear Friend of Mine*~
I don't need a new friend each year,
just a dear one works out fine.
Whisper well worn secrets in her ear,
to that close friend of mine.
I can't help but ruffle her hair,
and there's a question that I say.
"What do we do when we get there?"
She says we'll find out on the way.
She loves to shop, this friend of mine,
we spend half our life at the mall.
Even now we stand in line,
is this a life at all?
If this isn't a life, I guess we're dead,
isn't that a sad thing?
Not a tear do we plan to shed,
we "angels" flap our wings.
This will stop at some point think I,
as the hours become days.
But for now we
Tongue Twister VanitasxNamine by DivineWolfe, literature
Literature
Tongue Twister VanitasxNamine
~*Tongue Twister*~
"Everything you want," he breathed into her ear, and Naminé shivered in response. "Is only a picture away."
~***~
One could attempt to describe Naminé's room, her chamber, her prison cell in Castle Oblivion, but mostly only a single syllable word was needed to adequately convey the appearance of said area.
White.
Her room was pure, featureless white. She didn't even have any sketches tacked on the walls. They were all in her art book, and besides the small splashes of color brought by her pencils and crayons, there was nothing interesting to note.
Naminé sat alone at her ivory table, sandaled feel occas
~*Dear Friend of Mine*~
I don't need a new friend each year,
just a dear one works out fine.
Whisper well worn secrets in her ear,
to that close friend of mine.
I can't help but ruffle her hair,
and there's a question that I say.
"What do we do when we get there?"
She says we'll find out on the way.
She loves to shop, this friend of mine,
we spend half our life at the mall.
Even now we stand in line,
is this a life at all?
If this isn't a life, I guess we're dead,
isn't that a sad thing?
Not a tear do we plan to shed,
we "angels" flap our wings.
This will stop at some point think I,
as the hours become days.
But for now we
We-ell, as you can see, I'm not a fantastic artist. Nope, I'm a much better writer. This is just a hobby. If you'd actually want to see something worthwhile, go to my fanfiction page down there.
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Journal update. Miracle. I often forget I have a dA account.
Nothing to report. I've started work on my original novel, 302 pages in as of this writing. I'm in 11th grade now. Playing lots of Persona and Disgaea.
'Sup everybody!
So, my laptop decided to be a jerk and have its AC cord stop working on me. I'm going to get a new one tomorrow so no biggie I guess, but thank gosh my brother lets me use his laptop so I can satisfy my internet surfing needs.
'Sides that, the snow around here is finally starting to melt. I mean it's been here since January and every time it melts, more comes down...
I'm planning on trying to finish all of my unfinished Fanfiction stories soon, like Impossible As It Seems. Then I'll probably just focus on ONE story so I'll stop overburdening myself.
In other news...I'm planning on drawing the hell out of everything I can think of in an eff
I just found out that the author of the Redwall book series--which I've read since I was a really little girl in elementary--died from a heart attack on the 5th.
R.I.P Brian Jacques T_T