|Almost an entire night later and 1 1/2 hours of sleep later, I have a finished painting.|
StitchedHer first crush. His words always stabbed coldly. A criticism here. A self-absorbed, selfish statement there. But she learned to deal with it. Somehow, some way, she felt compelled to please him, as if her kindness may merit some form of reward. She clung to that hope in spite of the cuts deepening within her heart. In short, she formed a means of stitches that held her together.Stitched by xXNike-KovadrinXx
Her first love. It was a year of bliss, but so short lived. He made her happy, seemed to genuinely care. She had a purpose, someone to protect. But they had to part. And with empty parting words, they slowly drifted apart - seeing each other less and less. With each brief meeting after their burning friendship, it was more evident that the blaze was reducing to embers until it was snuffed out entirely. And like the last time, she found a means to cope; she cut people out of her life, dwelling in a cold isolation. She gave up the hope of emotional investment to ensure that she'd never be hurt, all just to bind
The ListAnother ten painstaking minutes of lecture went by. The girl wasn't quite sure what she was still doing there, sitting in class trying to hold it together. Truthfully, she loved the material that was being taught; statistics was a rather fascinating topic, while the teacher was nothing short side of a saint. Nevertheless, she found herself nodding off, struggling to maintain focus if not failing to altogether.The List by xXNike-KovadrinXx
A darkness suffocated her thoughts as positivity became nonexistent. Sitting through the monotonous sounds of a classroom, her mind engaged in all but academics. Instead, her conscious entered a state of warfare – a fight to distinguish truth from a painful barrage of lies that seemed too real. Before she was fully aware of her circumstances, a voice caught the young girl off guard – its words backing her spirit into a corner, crushing her feeble confidence.
“You're worthless. Unwanted.”
No... She thought in horror.
“A burden,” it replie
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Hi, everyone! I'm Linnea, also known as Nike. I'm a student artist at my local high school who is currently aspiring to be some sort of medical professional (I haven't quite made up my mind as to what field... But I'm working on that.). Despite my tendencies to be a math and science type of gal, I have a love a various forms of art and use creative expression as an outlet.|
Personally, my favorite medium to work with is pencil, mainly for its on-the-go versatility; although, I like charcoal as well, especially for capturing the darkest darks. For colored works, I tend to favor acrylic paints, mainly for their cost effectiveness, but if I have the chance to work with oils, I'll take it in a heartbeat. I'm working on building my digital art skills, which I also like to use for color, but do to my ever time consuming studies, I haven't been able to give it much practice.
Other notes about me. I'm a junior in high school who's taking too many AP courses for her own good. I'm a field hockey player, and love the sport as well as CrossFit. I'm a Star Wars fan, music junkie, and I'd happily answer your comments, questions, notes, etc.
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