...and, in this case kills you...
I made this drawing for a Graphics class project. We were supposed to make a theme drawing, and so, I chose the Rabbit in the Moon mayan legend.
This very important ocassion was calling for a puricute edit, to show my gratitude and overall excitement ; w ;
I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie Wooooorld!
I LOVE EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Look at that face! Look at those cheekbones!
When will she stop looking like a perfect sculpture?
Doctor Plague, you say? Ooh! Black Death! Yes, yes, I know Doctor Plague.
Hmhm? Well, I have always been interested in history. And, one of the most interesting characters from European history is, at least to me, the Doctor Plague. Aside from the obvious visual attractive and misterious background, I had always been fond of Doctor Plague because of the many stories I read as a kid on the Black Death subject.
Then, from that point on, as I first saw the Doctor Plague's mask, I immediately fell in love with them.
From Wikipedia:
The Black Death was one of the deadliest pandemics in human history, peaking in Europe between 1348 and 1350. It spread throughout the Mediterranean and Europe.From there, probably carried by fleas residing on the black rats from merchant ships.
The Black Death is estimated to have killed 30% to 60% of Europe's population, reducing the world's population from an estimated 450 million to between 350 and 375 million in 1400. It took 150 years for Europe's population to recover. The plague returned at various times, resulting in a larger number of deaths, until it left Europe in the 19th century.
It was believed at the time that the plague was spread through the air, not through the fleas living on the black rat. Therefore, they stuffed herbs and spices in their "beaks" or carried them somewhere. The waxed clothing may have helped prevent fleas latching on, and the clothing also prevented droplet infection. It has been questioned how much this costume was actually worn; the greater part of doctors fled the cities in the early stages of the plague.
Welcome to my territories, young adventurers!
I love looking at the sky. That is my favorite thing to do.
Whoever said spiders were not dobby photographers?
And now, for the Grand finale...! (*Drums rolls go in here*) we all know Queen's heart and soul was a man. Lead singer, Freddie Mercury (Everybody, hail!).
What can be wrong whenever one's eyelashes are whitest than snow, your eyes are bigger than a baby deer's eyes, your cheeks are pink as a baby cupcake and your perfectly pink lips are the frame for your slightly crooked pearly teeth?
I highly enjoyed this past trip we made to Puebla. The city was beautiful, and the people very kind. Although, my most favorite part was its Cathedral.
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
Ever since our just-girls-night-out-Emma’s-birthday-celebration last friday night, my throat, and practically, my whole respiratory system have been acting up on me.
I believe the fact it was freezing outside, almost 6ºC, and us wearing dresses didn’t make things any better for me and that dobby ol’ RS of mine. Well, at least I was wearing my leather jacket! Unlike most of my friends, who I pitied that night, for they were only wearing nothing but their cute mini dresses.
Well, either way, I don’t believe I would’ve done things a lot more different, since it had been a long time since I last went out, and I really felt like dressing up that one night. Perhaps I would’ve/should’ve at least worn a cute, cozy scarf back then?
Ah, in the end, I got what I called for. Although, I can’t recall explicitly calling for those nights without sleep, nor breathing and non-stop kashling!
Oh, well, I definetely learned my lesson, and next time, I will choose weather-appropriate-clothes over glamour! … yeah, right … Ah, well, I’d better start buying some oranges for the next time, and pray for that dobby vitamin C to work its best!
Until then, good-bye, and, unlike me, try wearing a nice warm sweater next time you go out on any chill ocassion.
Either way, and no matter what, Peet all! Perhaps we shall peet nothing but orange juice this time, anything for our health’s sake!
A beautiful image came to my sight. Their whole world is made of golden.
They have beautiful black glazzies, and bleeding white rots.
And they feed off of misery. They speak to me in languages I can’t understand.
Da ehj toiç o vouijah trull oon desthad?
Blood starts to pour down my nose.
It is so beautiful, words cannot express.
From the highest tower she fell. And as she hit the floor, a raw sound awoke us all.
Heard their cries for Vendetta.
Soh vouijah oh troll andist noh!
Where am I now? What have I done? Please, someone help me go back.
Their cries in excitement make me go numb. Their beautiful horns shine with the moonlight.
Daas ehn taj sihka hilken!
I don’t want to go back. Beauty is everything that meets the eye.
Did you know she was their bride? We will never see her again. And light possessed her soul. Words cannot express.
They are the most beautiful yet to know. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?
Tears start to fall down. My eyes started to bleed.
What were we thinking? They are the most beautiful creation. They have got everything we need. Please save me, please. Ah, their holy voices as they govoreet. That is all I can hear, and finally, I’m feeling comfortably numb.
They may feed off of me now. It is a very blessing to even be considered. Oh, Sitjah, your dream, has it even begun?
Please save me. All I see is golden. Golden and blood.
We may go through a transfiguration. But in the end, they are all I’ve seeked for.
Finally, golden and blood, golden and blood.
I am Illuminated.
I saw a white tiger, walking in my backyard.
And he came, and he passed by, but he never noticed me.
As he passed by the stairs I heard him singing. And I saw him dancing. And his body was white as the snow, and lighther than water, and graceful like the wind.
As I walked closer, a little twig broke and he stared right at me. His refulgent blue eyes, brighter than the sky. I found the promised blessings then. The gifts everlasting. I found true joy. And I found sanctity.
And the tiger rised to the sky. And he was then gone.
It was a new bliss. It was a new mistake. There’s a cage in the skies, there’s a man inside the cage. He’s asleep now, but he’ll wake up soon.
His refulgent blue eyes won’t stare back at me anymore.
