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Filozofia je štúdia hlavných, všeobecných a fundamentálnych problémov, ako sú bytie, existencia, poznanie a otázka pravdy, hodnoty, otázka existencie a povahy Boha, podstaty a prirodzenosti človeka, pravidlá platného usudzovania, myseľ, jazyk, morálne normy a mravnosť konania , krásno a ďalšie. Darom teda budem nazývať to, s čím ste sa možno narodili alebo to, čo ste počas života získali, alebo to čo v sebe objavíte počas čítania tejto knihy. Je to dar filozofie.

joah.. das ist ein Bilderbuch...? naja mehr oder weniger,... ich male und mach mein altags zeug und joah... und ich zeige gerne auch meine bilderr und so... warum nicht hier auf Wattpad auch... ich bin ja eh spnst nur inaktiv hier ;-;

I hated the blood. I hated the smell. I hated the sparring and fighting that my "job" entailed me to do. But it was normal for me. Well, when they ordered me too. Like the good little recruit I was. I sighed bitterly and looked at the dead hell-hound. I wiped the blood off on the blue midnight dress that was already ruined. I saw the mortals poking their heads out of their windows, just figuring I was a mad harlot that just got out of a scuffle. They didn't care. I sheathed my dagger under my petticoat as I sighed bitterly. I had always hated what I was, my monstrous side that put me in this life of servitude. I just shook my head and walked down the lonely streets of Boston. I smirked at the thought of my sister. She would die when she heard- I was suddenly pulled from behind. A cold hand locked around my throat, pinned my hands to my side, and with great strength pulled me into an abandoned store. I struggled with the fast pace of my attacker and cursed myself for being too slow. I kneed his shins hard. . But he was faster. He was not human. No normal mortal man could match my strength. I was just as strong as mortal man. This one was stronger. The masked man held my wrist with a tight grip and I went for my dagger. . His arm snaked around my waist as his hip pinned my body against the wall. "Who the hell are you!" I spat as I felt the attacker's hand go under my petticoats. My eyes widened as I felt his cool hand touch my thigh. I screamed and spat at him. "What the HELL are you doing-" "Always the language, Spade. What would Mary say?" His voice. My breath stilled as his hand yanked my dagger out from its sheath and his hand returned with my stained dagger in his hands. My heart sped up as my skin felt heated again. His body was pressed against mine tightly. "Beck," I gasped out as a smile crept up on his masked face. "No names, luv."

Guns have always been that lethal weapon that caused nothing but destruction, they have always been the metaphor that represented the senselessness of war and roses were always left behind to cover the graves of those who lost their lives in a never ending cycle of hatred among humans. But life is not all about guns and roses, life is not all about war and love, because for her life was more about joy and laughter and spreading kindness. She always believed that life was a bed of roses but he made her believe otherwise. He made her believe that life was indeed a bed of thorns! Hi guys! This is the first ever story written by me. Life has been hitting me pretty hard recently, and I have found my happy place with writing. Some of you who might read this may not like it at all and some of you may have some positive reviews about it. I encourage all kinds of critiques but please dont be too harsh, I dont know if I will have it in me to endure more disappointments any longer. Anyways I hope you enjoy reading what I've created so far. P.s this is based on a real life story and I will update it asap. Lots of love xoxo

Just some of my drawings that I've done over the past few years. Feel free to comment or give me some pointers.

Cover by @eclipse_0 Just my art oof I'll do requests

Greetings, readers! »»This book will or may have these contents: • Traditional Art • Digital Art • Random Sketches • Random Paintings • Original Characters • Fan Arts • Entries for Art Contests • And some other randomness(maybe) «There will be no Mature contents» Childish cover by me(lol).

exactly what it sounds like be ready for weird stuff

I guess the inside will explain more...

This is basically just a book full of my Ocs for fanfictions I write or I use to roleplay with. I'll also be adding my oc outlines I made.

Some of my artwork that I wanted to share:)

I've started another writing adventure that really has no purpose other than me wanting to do it. Theoretically, it's supposed to be daily but I can no more convince myself to write than I am willing to take a bullet for a squirrel. Please let me know if you like a specific story and leave a comment so we can maybe revisit it in the future! Drop a hello somewhere, stranger :D Hope to see you around :) Cover Photo by Burak Kebapci from Pexels

Outlines I've done. • 7 of Ethan Dolan • 6 of Grayson Dolan • 3 of Nick Robinson • 1 of Oh Sangwoo

Covers,icons,outlines,filters for you guys! Give credits if using pictures thank you! Not all edits and pics are mine!

What are the troubles of a clefable's shadow raising a clefairy's egg in the quite woods, where the noiser part of Pokemon involved themselves to 'test' the Gengar's 'coopartivness' IM GONNA WRITE 1000K EACH DAY AND YOU BETTER FORCE ME TO WRITE UNTIL CHAPTER 30 ITS A ROLLERCOASTER OF A FIC I OUTLINED DURING THE PANDAMEIC LAST NOVEMBER!!! Its old but I still love the gengar parent trope for peoples ocs <33333 Also writing the chapters and resummerising the outliens to make sense while adding tropes and details to the background characters, I accidentally made Aggron an important sidecharacter, so if you like aggron you'll see this guy a few more times. First chapters will bein a storytelling/omniscent pov and than its switching to each character pov