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So, I don't actually know how many people will want a sketch by me, but I'll play along. Nothing too complicated, please, due to the fact that I'm not very good.
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Jelly Beans Aren't the SameI miss you, dang it. I miss having you talk to me. I miss having you as my best friend. I remember when you stole my homework and took a bite out of the paper just to prove a point. You ate that bit of paper. I miss being with you. I miss our lunchtime discussions and you boyish smiles when you thought something was funny. I miss your kind gestures of our friendship, and the way you cared for other people. I remember after the time I took you out for the girl-ask-guy dance, you bought me a bag of jelly beans. You left it with a note that read, “Sweets for the sweet.” I think that made you the sweeter one between us two. I would sayJelly Beans Aren't the Same
by ~tydy911
11:12It scares me to think that you are coming back. But that was all I ever wanted, wasn’t it. I wished on birthday candles and 11:11 Hoping that you would come and be my friend again But then, I blew the candles out, And the clock changed to 11:12, And you weren’t any closer than before.11:12
But time has passed. Years have passed. Candles and clocks have again appeared And I’m debating what to wish for now. My heart screams “what are you doing? You know how much pain he has caused you before And you know you want to be over him.” But that’s j
by ~tydy911
Women can be wonderful thingsWomen Can Be Wonderful ThingsWomen can be wonderful things
“Daddy, Wake up! It’s my birthday Daddy, so wake up!” Shikamaru didn’t move, no matter how hard Hatsune jumped on his back. She was giggling and laughing, awake even before the sun was. Shikamaru lay in his bed, hoping for more sleep, but knowing he wasn’t going to get any. “Daddy?” Hatsune gave up her jumping, and held still on top of her father. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?” Shikamaru cracked a smile, but still didn’t open his eyes. Suddenly, his arm reached around himself to grab hold of his now 7-year-old daughter and hold her
by ~tydy911
The Manikin's HandPeople need to remind me I’m not Canadian And that I’m not a super hero And that I’m only five-foot-nine And not five-foot-ten And that the good looking manikin Is only made of plastic Still I don’t know why I’m so afraid of you Maybe it’s because you remind me So much of someone else While my heart beats in my throat Because I saw his truck andThe Manikin's Hand
Felt all the hurt again Because I shutter when
I see his name
Because this shirt makes my eyes look green And not blue But I go anyways and I hold the manikin’s h
by ~tydy911
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