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MediaHow strangeMedia by Dracosphere
That the strong women in the commercials
Who tell us to be strong
Because we are beautiful inside
With their beautiful voices
All have airbrushed bodies
They've been photoshopped to unattainable perfection
So that we will buy a product
That will make us 'lose weight'
Or will 'cover our pimples'
But we will never be these women
We will only be beautiful
By their standards
If we live as computer images
The only way we can live up to a standard of beauty
Is if we set it ourselves
Reverse PoemI will never be accepted by my peersReverse Poem by Dracosphere
Because it’s a lie to say that
It is my right to be an original person
My flaws do not define me
Is a lie
I am not beautiful
I am not perfect
Because I refuse to believe that
I am worth it
I have no power over my destiny
And I am lying when I say that
I believe in myself
Because of my skin, hair, and tastes
I should be an outcast
And I refuse to believe
Someone can understand me
If they just listen to me
My size matters
And no one can convince me that
I am pretty without makeup, fashionable clothing, or attention
And we will never love ourselves if we believe that these stereotypes define us
Midnight IntruderJust rain. The tapping on my window was not what I thought it was. Just rain. The window wasn’t opening. No. I just needed to adjust my comforter, that’s what that cold air was across my feet. That scuttling across the floor was...Midnight Intruder by Dracosphere
I sat up. “Go away,” I said to the figure sitting on my floor, “You’ll get rainwater on my floor.” It said nothing. It just wrung its thin wrists with its long, bony, fleshless fingers. Its hollow, sunken-in eyes stared at me from the darkness, the rest of the creature concealed by the shadows of my bedroom.
“Get out,” I commanded, gesturing to the window. The creature, still silent, crept toward the bed with a small squishing sound. It disappeared from sight as it bowed its head, and then I saw it rear up against the edge of my bed. It placed its long fingers atop my blanket, its eyes staring into my tarnished soul. Suddenly I felt very, very small in the middle of this bed. Lightning flashed outside, il
.sometimes the cold holds my hands so tight. by oaklungs
they start to burn, turn red and raw, i know it has
something to say but has no voice
so i must feel the chill instead, it knows
no other way, i know
no other way
that i am thinking of the sun
(the tide comes in and licks her sandy lips, drinks in the moon and i am gone)
..not.my.fault..~..not.my.fault.. by MyBlueBalloons
pill's got me rollin
still i can see
lookin rite past
where life's got me
feelin a bit
life's gotten harder 2
shakin hands with
but still a liar
still building myself
ready & they say
tha truth will set u
but if not, well then
someone else lied 2 me
GaspI hold my breath to relive the sensation of fingers,Gasp by leecrucefix
Tightly grasped around my throat whilst lips are crushed,
I envision hazel eyes stealing into mine,
Letting me know its up to her if I ever draw air again.
Her grip like December,
The chill adding new life into fading obsessions,
I feel her smile form on my tongue,
The power I've given her an aphrodisiac.
It would be so easy to change the game,
Overpower her and clutch at her neck,
But I just lay there and take it,
Loving being weak for once not having to be strong.
I trust her to the point of acceptance,
If I suffocate I'm sure she made the right decision,
That dizziness is a rush,
My hands held at my side in submission.
No fleetings of doubt,
No cold feet,
No wondering how my life came to this,
No thinking if this is going to far.
A soft carnage,
A simple deficit,
She plays her role in this so brilliantly,
I can only hope she see's it the same.
She was born to hypnotize and I to be her victim,
The piercing of her lip teasing down t
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