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Lyn Midnight
- Rome, Italy
- Last Record: 2013-05-13 07:43:45 -0400
- Joined: Mar 10, 2012
- http://www.lynmidnight...
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She's happiest when her feet aren't touching the ground. |
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'And the Poet's pinned tragedies to their chests like ribbons' - Iamcalledchief
I was inspired by Redheadmonster's original image from the short story 'First Place Goes To' by iamcalledchief but thought maybe it needed an alternative angle to it!
I have remixed, but I cannot create the same simplistic beauty of the original image.
After reading Metaphorest's tiny story, I had an illustration pop into my head. The idea is that this man is so obsessed with a past love that he clones her over and over again to find that same feeling. That perfect someone he lost. While this seems like a sad story, I sort of gave it a semi-happy ending by hinting at his success towards the end.
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There's a monster in my head. I can hear it in my ears, I can feel it in my chest. And I know I'm the only one who can tame this beast.
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Pam (Murker) wrote a poem about her motivation and outlook on her own work, in which critically revaluates her records and concludes that they won't withstand the test of time. I highly suggest ... |
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i drew this the other day for Tori's excellent story and regularJOE's wonderful edit!
there are some wonderful illustrations for this story already but i thought i would still put mine up, someone might find some use for it! i just love drawing wood patterns so had to do something for this- the wooden beams are ment to look like a rib cage :D
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If everything that can exist, does exist, then somewhere out there is a version of you who still loves me. |
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Monuments of men are immortalized in momentous moments but even more momentous are mortal men making mere moments monumental. |
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