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-This was NOT done by me; it was a commission. Please fav the original here
“She wasn’t poetry. She wasn’t made
Of beautiful words that rolled off of the tongue.
Her smile wasn’t as bright as the sun
And her eyes didn’t hold the stars.
She was none of those things.
She was real.
She was flawed.
She was raw.
She said what was on her mind, and in her heart.
Yes, some days the world felt heavy and dark
And hopeless, but she wiped away her tears, picked up the jagged pieces, and carried on-
Because long ago she realized no one would be there-
To wrap their arms around her shoulders,
To kiss her wounds,
Ease her shaky breaths
Every time her heart was held by hands who didn’t know how to care for such a treasure.
No one but her.
She was her own savior,
Her own lover.
And that, my friend, made her more beautiful than any other verse could.”
Nothing like napping in a meadow on a quiet, spring day...
I want to give a very special thank you to the artist behind this piece vestel. A piece of my badass girl showing her softer, feminine side.
Random fact- Whisper loves flowers. She enjoys growing them in her downtime to unwind and calm her spirit.
I'm slowly getting caught up on uploading art I have gotten so far, so excuse the extra activity in my gallery for the next week or so; trust me, it will be worth it~
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“She wasn’t poetry. She wasn’t made
Of beautiful words that rolled off of the tongue.
Her smile wasn’t as bright as the sun
And her eyes didn’t hold the stars.
She was none of those things.
She was real.
She was flawed.
She was raw.
She said what was on her mind, and in her heart.
Yes, some days the world felt heavy and dark
And hopeless, but she wiped away her tears, picked up the jagged pieces, and carried on-
Because long ago she realized no one would be there-
To wrap their arms around her shoulders,
To kiss her wounds,
Ease her shaky breaths
Every time her heart was held by hands who didn’t know how to care for such a treasure.
No one but her.
She was her own savior,
Her own lover.
And that, my friend, made her more beautiful than any other verse could.”
Nothing like napping in a meadow on a quiet, spring day...
I want to give a very special thank you to the artist behind this piece vestel. A piece of my badass girl showing her softer, feminine side.
Random fact- Whisper loves flowers. She enjoys growing them in her downtime to unwind and calm her spirit.
I'm slowly getting caught up on uploading art I have gotten so far, so excuse the extra activity in my gallery for the next week or so; trust me, it will be worth it~
Artwork by:
Whisper belongs to:
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 845px
File Size 295.7 kB
Pfft, well thank you but you're too kind. I only put descriptions for my art so they won't be so plain and boring. And even then, nowadays I cannot invest the time in writing descriptions like I used to.
I think the artist deserves far more credit; said art is what inspires my descriptions
I think the artist deserves far more credit; said art is what inspires my descriptions
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