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Just some of my art, my deviantart is foxtali :33 
Come with me
And you'll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look

And you'll see
Into your imagination

We'll begin with a spin
Traveling in a world of my creation
What we'll see will defy explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to itAll Rights Reserved

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Maze of memories by DawnOfTimes

People always say every life should be cherished. That every single one of them is equally fragile and precious. Like a beautiful glass sculpture or the blossoming flowers in spring. But the thing is, everyone's definition of beautiful is different. Some people prefer roses over orchids. Some of them like sculptures of people whereas others like sculptures of animals. And so there are times when even the most beautiful sculpture gets thrown away like trash or forgotten somewhere because they found one that's prettier. The beautiful flowers that bloomed in spring will wither away and eventually become nothing but dust. There are times when a sculpture in itself could be really beautiful but a tiny flaw will make people deem it as a "mistake". The flowers that are left to wither away just because they miss a leave, or because they aren't the right size or the right colour. So you see that saying about every life being equally precious?, yeah that only counts for the "perfect" ones. Still some of these faulty sculptures and broken flowers managed to make it into the world. They would be facing the harsh reality of this world and would have to fight to survive. Some of them would unfortunately lose this fight in the end, leaving to a faraway place in hopes to find peace and quiet. Still just being able to make it this far in this harsh world is something to be proud of, as friends and family will forever remember these brave individuals who fought hard to survive until the very end. - Kaylee de Leeuw

Quirk more like a Curse! by Chimera_Regarion

Izuku Midoriya had everything a little boy can ask for in life until a tragic event changed everything. He lost his mother, his father, his home and even hope. Left without anyone to trust or turn to, this precious green bean now struggles every day to find a reason to go on. Will someone save this the boy everyone forgot about? Life is weird and can't be explained. It can be hard at some times too. Izuku knew that life hated him and he was getting sick and tired of it.... BUT... What if life didn't hate the boy and would do anything to help him find his will to live? Will he discover the secret behind his quirk? Will he gain a new family? More importantly will he find the warm feeling of love and being accepted? Will his desperately search for it finally end? A/N: This is a mha fanstory and I have no idea where this is gonna go ... hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

Paint My World Yellow // DNF by Goldie_69

There is Dream. Most days he is an gallery. An art exhibition of all the things that he wishes to forget. Most days he misses things that he has never done and people that he has never met. Most days he is a glass half empty. There is George. Some days he is a true artist, with all the pain and hurt that comes with the title. Some days he is poet. Some days he is a dead poets poetry. But most days he is in love with the world and the pain that it is. Most days he is a glass half full. And there is art classes. Somewhat of an 'in-between'. A place that keeps quiet about all the things that it sees, a place that is nothing and so much at the same time. And it pulls painters like Dream, poets like George and artists like them in to a deep place of hurt and heaven. Most days it's a cracking glass. Some days it's the cold wine in it. And you are given the chance to peek inside the in-between and read about one of the stories that the art classes walls are now carrying.

My Life by celaenaaaaa

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

self-destructive empathy ; setosolace by xiaokaji

I fall in love with the wrong people. I can't help myself, but it's a stupid habit of mine. I see things that they don't see; I fall in love with the heart and soul. It's cheesy, but it's addicting. Everyone has to leave eventually, whether it would be a stranger, a friend, a family member, or even your lover. I just wish you didn't have to leave so soon. | setosolace |

What Am I? by ahaawhat

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆." [COMPLETED] S U M M A R Y: Rarity is turning 13 and one question has been haunting her for a while. Is she really straight? Confused, she battles the rest of 7th grade with the same question - until something unexpected (well at least for her) happens. ~~ Book started: July 15, 2018 Book ended: November 18, 2019 ~~ STOP GIVING THIS STORY VIEWS, I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 💀 I edited the cover, art by Looknamtcn ;p

Rapping into His Heart [GF X Male Reader X Female BF] by Dush20

What is the best way to explain my... existence? Nothing. I am, but a Void Creature that seeks something to find worth my while as well as something interesting. These two individuals caught my interest as they have somehow entered my world. The first one got tossed in by a demon I didn't seem to trust. No matter as for the other one she entered her all in her own to grab her friend which makes sense. Met them before in school, but... I showed no interest in that stupid thing called love. It hurt me for a long time and I was never given any reason to be happy, so I decided to forget it. Who am I? I am... L O R D Y ! Rated Mature because of certain images, gifs and elements as well as crossovers being used from respective owners.

Odd Obsessions: Gravity Falls by Horror-Child

Good Enough?! by Chimera_Regarion

Izuku Midoriya had enough from life, everyone was telling him how useless he was. His mother stopped looking at him. His best friend bullies him. He had no one who cares about him or so he thought. "Thank you for saving me, you are a great hero, I won't do this again. I promise! Can you unbind the scarf now?" He chose his words carefully and gave the sleep-deprived hero the brightest fake smile he could offer. "I am really fine! You can now go and continue your hero work." "You don't look fine!" .... This is a suicidal Deku story combined with Dadzawa. A/N: Be warned mention of suicidal thought and attempts as well as cutting. I do not make any waning beforehand in the story so consider yourself warned. This is a mha fanstory and I have no idea where this is gonna go ... hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. I was inspired by an Ao3 story I read, I wish I could remember the title of it, but I don't I am sorry. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner. Highest Ranking: 07.03.21 1 in Suicid 07.03.21 5 in Suicidalizuku 26.03.21 1 in depressedizuku 26.03.21 1 in abusedizuku 26.03.21 3 in suicidaldeku 26.03.21 2 in dadzu 30.03.21 2 in izukumidoriya

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Maze of memories

People always say every life should be cherished. That every single one of them is equally fragile and precious. Like a beautiful glass sculpture or the blossoming flowers in spring. But the thing is, everyone's definition of beautiful is different. Some people prefer roses over orchids. Some of them like sculptures of people whereas others like sculptures of animals. And so there are times when even the most beautiful sculpture gets thrown away like trash or forgotten somewhere because they found one that's prettier. The beautiful flowers that bloomed in spring will wither away and eventually become nothing but dust. There are times when a sculpture in itself could be really beautiful but a tiny flaw will make people deem it as a "mistake". The flowers that are left to wither away just because they miss a leave, or because they aren't the right size or the right colour. So you see that saying about every life being equally precious?, yeah that only counts for the "perfect" ones. Still some of these faulty sculptures and broken flowers managed to make it into the world. They would be facing the harsh reality of this world and would have to fight to survive. Some of them would unfortunately lose this fight in the end, leaving to a faraway place in hopes to find peace and quiet. Still just being able to make it this far in this harsh world is something to be proud of, as friends and family will forever remember these brave individuals who fought hard to survive until the very end. - Kaylee de Leeuw