Okay, I'm making a journal for this like ~Laeneris did.
It is explaining to all of the people who come to my page from the 'have a good day' comments what's going on!
Well basically, I just decided I want to help spread the dA love, so I click on the random deviant button and comment on people's profiles to put a smile on their face, leaving them a comment telling them I hope they smile, have a good day, that luck comes their way, etc. I want people to feel welcomed on here because the Internet can be a scary place... It's not to get pageviews/watchers or anything like that, it's just to make people happy which is really nice. Not only does it give the people a smile it gives me one too when I see a positive response
I'm also not a stalker or anything, so please don't worry I'm just a teen girl spreading happiness across the internet! If you do have a problem with any of my messages for whatever reason please calmly note/comment to me and I'm sure we can talk/work things out, thank you
I hope I've managed to make some people happy! Goodbye for now!
The people currently participating:
1. *AliHutch (me)
(I encourage you to participate too! It's nothing official, so you can just get right on started! But if you do start doing this you can drop a comment letting me know and I'll feature you in this journal)
I just realized I posted this at 11:11! Crazy!
37. EyesWhen I first saw her, the first thing that caught my eyes were her own eyes.
They were gorgeous. Stunning, really. Deep brown, and yes, they were sad, full of wet tears that were just waiting to spill over her cheeks. But they showed something I had never seen before.
They made me feel something I had never experienced before.
I saw a girl full of fire. Fire that, if you tried to mess with it, would burn you down. I saw art. Creative, colorful, and free. I saw care. A person who would help anyone she loves at any cost, even if it meant anything at her own expense. Beauty. On the inside and out, so much beauty I thought it was a dr
She's Gone He just sat there.
And he waited.
One, two, three, four, and then five days went by, and he hardly moved. Every day I took a walk, every day I saw him, and every day he sat on an old crooked wooden bench, a bottle of booze in hand and a gloomy expression crossed his face.
The bench sat across my house, and most of the time when I peered out the blinds of my windows he was still there. Every once in a while he'd leave, which told me he was actually alive, but for the most part, he stayed planted on that unstable bench, and I'm pretty sure that the bottle of booze he held didn't actually have any booze in it.
Every time I looked at hi
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 1HUNTER
People are loud idiots; I wish they'd all just shut up and move on with their lives.
I come to this conclusion as I sit in class, staring at the front of the room blankly. My teacher, Ms. Lively (who isn't lively at all) is teaching us about something I like to call hell. Writing.
You put a comma here, a period there, add in a few capitals and semicolons and you're good to go! I guess. I can do with science, I can do with math, but reading and writing, well you might as well kill me.
Plus, my teacher sucks. The kids in my class suck. It smells like sewage in that classroom, which sucks.
It just all sucks.
When the bell rings for