

Sketching Darts and PencilsSketching Darts and PencilsSketching Darts and Pencils
I wonder what would have happened if the pencil she'd thrown had actually hit my eye. It had hurt badly when it bounced off my cheekbone and clattered on the ground, but what would have happened? Would I could I have lost my vision entirely in my left eye? Is it possible that the pencil, a heavy, sharp chunk of plastic, could have gone through my pupil and actually pierced my brain? It was only after she'd thrown it, while I was waiting for the math class before mine to end, while away from her, that area, and everything associated to it, tha
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~Come back to the dark side, our cookies are better~
"Fantasy is a definition of Imagination. Highschool Fiction is a definition of wishful thinking." - Myself
thank you for the fave~~
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"Yeah well, love is what got you into this position, I say kill her off!
"You say a lot of things..And how does that work? You're a bicycle."
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*Il maltempo s'è guastato*
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Redimimi!!!!!!!!!
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"These carbon shells,
These fragile dusty frames
House canvases of souls.
We are bruised and broken masterpieces,
But we did not paint ourselves."
--- "Economy of Mercy", Switchfoot
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I'm Piemon in dA's Digimon Crew
Help me improve and critique my art
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