This gallery is dead.(ANGST)
I'm really, really dissatisfied with the quality of my artwork in this gallery, and of the material I chose to post. My art has improved by leaps and bounds, but because of the atmosphere this gallery has created for itself, one of being constant mockery and fangirlism (which is actually just fine, my next one will be EXACTLY THE SAME, just with more slash) that I can't post some of the more recent stuff I've done, and have no ambition to do the stuff I want to do.
I'm a slash fangirl. I like slash. I like sexual tension even better.
I'm going to create a new gallery, likely under the name of Buboe or Bapple. I'll know by the time this journal entry is complete, because I'll start making my new gallery and I'll tell the four people who want to follow me what the name is.
I'll probably be more active in my next gallery, because I'll have the ambition.
This gallery will not be closed down. I don't have the heart to remove stuff like Little Pyramid Head that people love so much.
I'll be stalking lots of you, don't worry. Mostly people I really like and enjoy talking to, like HentaiSushi, soulesslouisa, firnatowen, coolmoslice, mathewsleep, BLAH BLAH BLAH. If you weren't mentioned, quiet. There's zillions of you.
And I'm not moving to sheezyart, so shaddup.
The new gallery will be called buboe. So, [link].
I'll put up a link if everything goes well.
Thankyew.
- Le Jho
(/angst)
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Regina, the Bloody Nurse of E.V.I.L.
I'm [BlackWarGreymon] in dA's Digimon Crew.
I moved to another account
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For those about to Rock we Salute YOU!! ^^
please return to one of your accounts.
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Share art with others, but remember that though you share it, it is still your own work, your thoughts, your feelings. Keep only your own expecations in mind to unlock your true potential. You are your worst critic. Use it as an advantage.
I wish I could turn back time but I can't.
I can only deal with what is in front of me now.
And currently it's you guys...
I was in the art room today and I saw a drawing of Angele.
All the old memories came back and I almost cried because I missed that time that much.
I feel as though a part of me was ripped of and thrown in a garberator.
And for the record, I never have and never will do drugs.
And that's the truth.
Why would I need to lie to you?
Either way you would still look at me the same now as you would have yesterday...
And you seem to be doing fine, to me. You have friends, I always see you with someone, and I'm glad you seem to be doing better for yourself, instead of people always picking on you and bullying you.
I don't hate you, I don't dislike you. You hurt me and I still have no clue why. I look at you, if you'll pardon the cornyness, with confusion. I could never really hate you, I guess, because we were friends with so much and I trusted you with some serious secrets. I don't regret trusting you, I don't regret being friends with you.
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CAUTION: Bites when provoked.
But once again that's in the past.
I wish a hug would help but in this case it can't.
Nothing can.
I've hurt you, and there is no way I can change that.
I don't know if anything else needs to or should be said now.
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CAUTION: Bites when provoked.
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