Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Literature / Hobbyist CarissaFemale/South Africa Recent Activity
Deviant for 1 Year
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 165 Deviations 429 Comments 6,027 Pageviews
×

Newest Deviations

Literature
You're My Lullaby
It's 3am
and I press my lips
to the splatter of freckles
orbiting your shoulder blades like comets,
trailing my fingers down the braille
of your bare spine;
memories unfurl like pastel flowers
at every indent.
(They lull me to sleep,
and soon my breathing becomes an echo of yours)
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 14 8
Literature
HaikuWriMo 2017 (Compilation)
1.
The clouds come again;
storm cracking and shattering
this frail soul of glass
2.
The scent of Summer
-of clear rain kissing green earth-
envelopes me whole
3.
Darkness slowly falls;
the moon knocks on my window
and I greet the stars
4.
These words are acid
tearing into my numb throat-
goodbye goodbye good...
5.
You believed I had
fire coursing through my veins
-but these bones are ash
6.
Your kiss tasted of
sakura blossoms and oh,
how I long for spring
7.
The world fades to a
lavender kaleidoscope
-and I start to dream
8.
The lies bloom into
weeds that overrun my lungs
-you planted these seeds
9.
Nostalgia is a
romantic fool still hung up
on their ex - the past
10.
The Sun melts into
gold horizon and the sky
bleeds watercolours
11.
Ice slips into my
lungs and Winter greets me with
her frostbitten kiss
12.
I have words running
down my spine; a paper heart
-I am a poet
13.
The thunder bur
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 7 4
Literature
28.
And as the candle
burns to the end of its wick
-I kiss you goodbye
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 6 1
Literature
27.
You had gunpowder
kisses and my sheets still smell
like burning metal
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 9 1
Literature
26.
She has burn marks on
her hands from where she touched him;
her lover - the sun
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 7 0
Literature
25.
Tears eclipse your eyes;
I am the moon to your sun,
robbing you of light
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 5 1
Literature
24.
You confess into
the crook of my frail neck- I
am your book of sins
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 17 2
Literature
23.
Nails bloodied she tears
at her stained glass heart swearing
to disregard love
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 7 3
Literature
22.
Fatigue burrows deep
into my splintered bones like
incessant termites
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 8 3
Literature
21.
Reverently I
trail the constellations mapped
in your deep teal veins
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 12 8
Literature
20.
Flowers blossom in
her polychromatic eyes
-she is evergreen
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 16 2
Literature
19.
My voice has faded
to nothing but a whisper
lodged in my weak throat
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 13 1
Literature
18.
He brought colour to
my dull life with his neon eyes
and pastel kisses
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 13 3
Literature
17.
The past is a vague
monochromatic photo
and it fades each day
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 12 2
Literature
16.
Rain filters through the
soft wool of my jacket and
kisses my shoulders
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 11 0
Literature
15.
And she has secret
meadows blooming in her lungs
-but she cannot breathe
:iconGlasses-And-Blades:Glasses-And-Blades
:iconglasses-and-blades:Glasses-And-Blades 12 1

Favourites

Literature
car rides
trust is knowing that they'll catch you if you fall
love is staying to catch them if they do
(and knowing they'd do the same for you)
:iconunfaithfulstars:unfaithfulstars
:iconunfaithfulstars:unfaithfulstars 22 9
Literature
empty spaces empty faces
she turns to me, says,
"i don't like hospitals,"
spitting out the word like it is venom
on her tongue.
i say,
"i know,"
i say,
"i'm sorry,"
i say,
"i don't either."
i do not tell her why.
i do not talk about how easy it is to gag on the smell of antiseptic;
she does not talk about how dark it is in places so bright.
we talk and we talk and we talk, but--
we do not.
:iconinthespacebetween:inthespacebetween
:iconinthespacebetween:inthespacebetween 15 18
Literature
if only you knew
she doesn't need rescuing
nor a savior to
help her make her case, she has a
voice, so please, let her speak
:iconWePushedAngels:WePushedAngels
:iconwepushedangels:WePushedAngels 5 4
Journal
out of bed now
i meant to say something on this yesterday, but i was somewhat bedridden then, with some sort of illness
it's not exactly gone but at lease i rose today
but i noticed i've acquired over one hundred watchers
and that's just plan odd now isn't it -- one hundred random peeps out there waiting to see what i've written? how strange
but i suppose that's how this place works so i suppose it's alright
(if i speak it feels as though my throat is screaming and using the screen gives me a massive headache so i'll keep this brief)
thank you all so much -- this leaves me incredibly speechless (and not at all in a painful way)
i've written quite a bit while broken recently. i'll upload it when it doesn't hurt to do so.
<3 so much love to all of you,
&
:iconand-speak:and-speak
:iconand-speak:and-speak 3 5
Literature
to the therapist with no fucking clue
you didn’t know how much weight
was behind those words;
how gluttonous they had been
they wobbled over to me
with skin folding over stutters
folding over meaning
they sat on my lap
and you didn’t see the pounds
or the curves crushing me,
you didn't notice
the fat absorbing your words,
your sentences imprinting themselves
as stretch marks on my skin
you smiled a warm smile
as if that would burn away the calories hidden in your words,
i smiled back a cold smile,
i think it was as cold as my fingertips
:iconpages-of-poems:pages-of-poems
:iconpages-of-poems:pages-of-poems 23 2
Journal
third time's the charm
hello all! peaseblossoms here!
as i'm sure you know, napowrimo starts in a little under a week (6 days, to be exact!!), and i'm sure i'm not the only one breathlessly waiting for it! i've heard from several members of the dA lit community that gliitchmonth has become an anticipated tradition of sorts during napowrimo, and i know many people (myself included) are looking forward to what this year will bring. welcome, everyone!
in order to get the ball rolling (admittedly a little later than usual, but rolling nevertheless), i have a few questions for you all:
during our first year (2015) the group put out a single list of prompts with one prompt for each day that everyone followed unanimously, while last year (2016) we generated a giant bank of themes in the comments and then encouraged everyone to create their own list from the themes provided to follow individually or with a small group of friends, etc. therefore, my first question is: how would you prefer the gliitchlist to be o
:icongliitchmonth:gliitchmonth
:icongliitchmonth:gliitchmonth 3 8
Literature
4 - lol 'just friends' after 9 years
You want me out of your life?
Then fucking go
Leave me the fuck alone
Don't make me cling to any hope
Just go, and stay the fuck away
Don't come back to lead me astray
You made my worst fear real
(As I made yours, long ago)
All that's left - scorching bitterness
So fucking go
Don't make me cling to any hope
Just go, and stay the fuck away
Don't come back to lead me astray 
:iconzeitgeistzest:zeitgeistzest
:iconzeitgeistzest:zeitgeistzest 1 0
Literature
3 - stranger to you
It is intriguing, strange
Having no known name
See these familiar faces
Bliss in their ignorance
:iconzeitgeistzest:zeitgeistzest
:iconzeitgeistzest:zeitgeistzest 1 0
Literature
2 -
Now are you content
You have me laying here, broken
Begging on knees bleeding
All that I'm needing
Out of my reach
My eyes I scratch
Tear off your memory from the retina
We either are, or we ain't
There's no in between
Now are you content
You have me laying here, broken
Clutching to ghosts straws
Of what once was
Wash yourself off my palate
We either are, or we ain't
There's no in between
You used to be my light, my joy
Now you're my grief and I your toy
Kick me around some more, though
And I'll decide, enough is enough
:iconzeitgeistzest:zeitgeistzest
:iconzeitgeistzest:zeitgeistzest 1 0
Journal
on a pendulum
*Apologies for recent inactivity on all fronts.
*Been trying to pick up the pieces this whole spring time. There are days still when I feel horribly sad of an ending, yet excited and thrilled of the possibility of new beginnings. For some reason, despite having known of the high chance of this happening for long now, it's hitting me really hard to realize I'm now... free. To make my own choices and decisions without having to worry how it will affect the life of another human being. 
*Our flame burned high and bright at the start, but it's probably why we flickered out so horribly strongly as well. It was a slow process to admit the truth, and I'm still partly in denial, but sometimes you gotta realize when it's time to admit the truth, and move on. 
*I still miss him, his company. I'm so used to share bits of my life to him that it's hard not to pick up the phone and call or text etc to tell of some silly thing that happened during the day. I'm so used to curl up next to som
:iconDaghrgenzeen:Daghrgenzeen
:icondaghrgenzeen:Daghrgenzeen 2 22
Journal
up next: 2-week disappearance!!!
i know, i know. i'm awful.
my finals end on monday (tomorrow!) and that's a huge weight off my back. school's over for me with that and i have a decent amount of summer break (if you can even call it summer break, since i'm not going back) to spend doing all the things i've wanted to do but i haven't been able to do because of everything going on.
i've always thought that once the finals ended, i'd throw myself heart and soul into this literature thing i've got going. you know, the whole package. make myself a wordpress maybe, start up a spoken word soundcloud/youtube, maybe attend actual slam events in the city, compile a book with all the material i've got and (self)publish. at the same time, be more active here, catch up on reading all the deviations that have been piling in my inbox for the past 50 years of high school, etc. just generally, have the most lit summer in every possible way. *looks at fiercestrawberry*
unfortunately, the last 2 years have drained me, completel
:icona-girl-named-divine:a-girl-named-divine
:icona-girl-named-divine:a-girl-named-divine 4 14
Literature
empty space
I keep cutting pieces of myself away.
Every night. Alone.
I am sinking.
I get smaller and smaller.
I am running out of room.
:iconlucipiethedreamer:lucipiethedreamer
:iconlucipiethedreamer:lucipiethedreamer 4 1
Literature
nights at home
and paper cuts all up and down my
fingers
shallow pain daily dose of
reality between joints
      (and not the ones whose smell makes me nauseous)
slide flesh along slivers of trees and shiver—
they may not be serrated and
i might not be sedated but it
sure fucking feels like it
:iconand-speak:and-speak
:iconand-speak:and-speak 12 2
Journal
~ xx ~ Tagged ~ xx ~
Yeah so I was tagged by an amazing :iconelextrified: :D
Let's start ~
1. What is your favorite thing to draw/write about?
Anything that has a strong emotion hidden behind my words, usually it's heartbreak and power from within, like "oh i'm the best and that's all that matters, bow down bitch" lmao :D :D
2. What’s your favorite TV show or Movie?
The list is endless..Supernatural, Grimm, OUAT, Reign, Riverdale, Sherlock, Suits, Vikings, Stranger Things, Dexter, Daredevil, Arrow, Don't Trust the Bitch in Ap.23........
3. Do you like video games?
Sure, when I'm in the mood I can play the whole day long lmao
4. What inspired you to start drawing/writing?
uhhh..I don't remember haha I'm always writing something, been doing that forever, that habit just stuck haha
5. Favorite Season?
Spring and Autumn ~
6. What’s the one thing you are happy to be ashamed to love?
Haha well I like to mix rice and mashed potatoes and eat that hahah
7. De
:iconFrostedQueen:FrostedQueen
:iconfrostedqueen:FrostedQueen 1 0
Literature
whipping my bones / into shape
i am eighteen
& still taking the
spots stretched taut
across my                         gentle
wedges of cheekbones
lifting them                       softly
off of myself like
the only thing that’s gonna
spill out all over my fingertips
is light, not
four years worth
of blood
& i have never
switched lips with a
stranger never tasted
the modern meaning
of a mouth but i
am just now learning
that                             maybe breaking
promises like the spines of
the dead leaves they were
made under is a thing that
                                    feels better
than being a glistening
ghost of a
:iconpeaseblossoms:peaseblossoms
:iconpeaseblossoms:peaseblossoms 24 3
Literature
who can say if we've been changed for the better
i saw you, & wasn't afraid:
just tipped my chin up
higher so the tears could
swift-slick down my cheek the way i
didn't ever let them when you
knew me. & washed the magic
from my hair against the
aftermath, replaced the scent of
sourdough and stage dust with the
lemongrass. & your butterfly lips with their
dark-winged tips didn't
scare me, didn't
scare me, didn't
scare me, cannot
scare me anymore. i met
the russet in your eyes
for a heartbeat and didn't feel anything
crack
in the gray bands
of my own.
i wrote my way out to unfeeling.
:iconpeaseblossoms:peaseblossoms
:iconpeaseblossoms:peaseblossoms 15 1

Groups

Activity


Have a quick look at baby Sakura. She's a white dessert kingsnake and about 5 months old. She and Hime lives with me but my other snake, Ryuu, lives with my boyfriend since Tris and I bought Ryuu together, each paying half. So for the first while he lived with me, now he's with Tris. Tris also has a snow cornsnake and Sakura's brother, Dante, and although he owns those two they're still my babies also, and my two babies his. I'll get a photo of the other 3 and make a journal of all 5 together.

embedded_item1490426538157 by Glasses-And-Blades
Sat with Orihime around my neck and wanted to send AtypicalLily a photo of how big Hime's gotten but then she did this cute lil pose thingy and it's so precious I wanted to share. (Orihime -or Hime for short- is a candy cane cornsnake. Thought I'd share photos of all my pet snakes sometime. I'm really super proud of my babies.)

embedded_item1490425330288 by Glasses-And-Blades
It's 3am
and I press my lips
to the splatter of freckles
orbiting your shoulder blades like comets,
trailing my fingers down the braille
of your bare spine;
memories unfurl like pastel flowers
at every indent.

(They lull me to sleep,
and soon my breathing becomes an echo of yours)
You're My Lullaby
Friday, 24 March 2017 (20:59)

Feels a bit choppy but I really wanted to share and if I stare at it any longer I'll lose my mind. I'll improve the flow once I'm out of this writer's block.
Loading...
1.
The clouds come again;
storm cracking and shattering
this frail soul of glass

2.
The scent of Summer
-of clear rain kissing green earth-
envelopes me whole

3.
Darkness slowly falls;
the moon knocks on my window
and I greet the stars

4.
These words are acid
tearing into my numb throat-
goodbye goodbye good...

5.
You believed I had
fire coursing through my veins
-but these bones are ash

6.
Your kiss tasted of
sakura blossoms and oh,
how I long for spring

7.
The world fades to a
lavender kaleidoscope
-and I start to dream

8.
The lies bloom into
weeds that overrun my lungs
-you planted these seeds

9.
Nostalgia is a
romantic fool still hung up
on their ex - the past

10.
The Sun melts into
gold horizon and the sky
bleeds watercolours


11.
Ice slips into my
lungs and Winter greets me with
her frostbitten kiss

12.
I have words running
down my spine; a paper heart
-I am a poet

13.
The thunder burrows
deep into my bones; I am
a child of the storm

14.
She has ink stained eyes,
hands bleeding from words; but she
cannot stop reading

15.
And she has secret
meadows blooming in her lungs
-but she cannot breathe

16.
Rain filters through the
soft wool of my jacket and
kisses my shoulders

17.
The past is a vague
monochromatic photo
and it fades each day

18.
He brought colour to
my dull life with his neon eyes
and pastel kisses

19.
My voice has faded
to nothing but a whisper
lodged in my weak throat

20.
Flowers blossom in
her polychromatic eyes
-she is evergreen

21.
Reverently I
trail the constellations mapped
in your deep teal veins

22.
Fatigue burrows deep
into my splintered bones like
incessant termites

23.
Nails bloodied she tears
at her stained glass heart swearing
to disregard love

24.
You confess into
the crook of my frail neck- I
am your book of sins

25.
Tears eclipse your eyes;
I am the moon to your sun,
robbing you of light

26.
She has burn marks on
her hands from where she touched him;
her lover - the sun

27.
You had gunpowder
kisses and my sheets still smell
like burning metal

28.
And as the candle
burns to the end of its wick
-I kiss you goodbye

And as the candle
burns to the end of its wick
-I kiss you goodbye

28.
And thus my HaikuWriMo for 2017 comes to an end. It was fun. Looking forward to it for next year. My sincerest apologies for not finishing on time, the last few weeks was absolute chaos with tests and assessments and whatnot. I'll try to finish on time next year.
Loading...
🌻The first ten people to comment on this journal: I will put your avatar and the three deviations I like most in your gallery on the list.

🌻If you comment, you HAVE to make a journal like this and do the same thing, putting me on the first spot of the feature list.


🌻The idea is not to get a free feature, but to help spread art around the community for everyone!

Let's get started!

1. :iconelextrified:
Within1:31 a.m.
Listening to Breaking Benjamin.
Here I go again,
Spiraling away into another deep depression.
Tell me why I'm here again.
Too many memories and too many dreams
Have been shattered into countless pieces beneath me.
Crawling and devastated, I escape into the silence.
I break through my own walls,
I am enveloped in my anger and captivated by sadness.
I all too well recognize these feelings
Because again, I find myself with a frown I keep shielding.
Quarter past 10 a.m.
And here I go again,
Digging my nails deep into my skin.
Thinking about the way they see me,
Not who I am within.
I continuously fight the frustration
And never take anything head-on.
I constantly have trouble apologizing
To everything already gone.
I cannot find the motivation to
Rewrite everything written here,
Or to do what they want, actions trapped by fear.
It is 12:58 a.m.
I will say it again
To every voice I hear within.
I am digging my nails deep into my skin
And spiraling away into another deep depression

Evanescentev·a·nes·cent
adjective - literary

soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.
synonyms:vanishing, fading, evaporating, melting away, disappearing;
There was a voice ringing once I entered the forest.
There was a solitary spot where you used to stand.
Still.
There was beauty when I heard your name.
A torn up book was all that remained.
And a broken reflection stood in your place.
The pain of your words before you left.
The purpose of holding onto life.
Alone.
All our lives, you needed to find out what kept our hearts beating.
Healing was not enough for you and comfort had no meaning.
You were breathing, just barely.
Now, there is no voice in the forest.
Your name brings no images.
Though your words are still reminiscing in my head.
Again.
The spot where you used to stand no longer exists.
And neither do you.

CrystallizedI am a slave to my heart, as it is penetrating my lungs
And I am made of shards of a shattered mirror,
Another translucent crystal left in the ground.
The sorrows in my eyes devour my memories.
And I fight the crystals forming on my eyelids.
My heart tells me to stop moving.
It shrieks at me to make me believe that I am worthless,
I am vulnerable, I am defenseless.
My lungs give away my secrets
And my fractured skin contemplates its pain.
The crystals devour my eyes and 
My heart encloses and traps me in a room with no air
Because I am a slave to my heart and I can't help but obey its painful words.


2. :iconhaijinik:
Criminal  I press my face between these grey-black bars
  These grey-black bars like tabby stripes
  But though i press my face between these grey-black bars
  I can barely see past the prison grime to the world beyond
  To the velveteen nightscape where i belong
  And i remember how i used to make the stars ashamed to shine
  Because i ruled the night so brilliantly and so boldly made it mine
  I remember all the wonderful things and terrible things
  I used to do when i was free: like stealing away a turtle's
  Tortoiseshell design, like stealing away half a posh man's 'stache
  Like stealing away another cat's marmalade
  Like stealing a raccoon's mask
  And like when i stole a fat frog's lungs
  So i could lunge into the sea and steal a siren's song
  I remember it all, yet still i sing: "My lot is a
  Seven-life sentence, not enough time to get on track." For i know
  Once i get out of here i'll be going
Marigolds and Red Lace  Rumors and harsh words form a web of whispers about me.
  Without me knowing, that web was cloaked onto my back
  So that everyone could nod at the lies seen there.
  But when my attention was actually brought to those words,
  I just had to laugh.
  Not a single coherent thought was strung into the tapestry
  You all worked so hard to make.
  These "vicious", "venomous" rumors that you hoped would make me cry...
  Please, tell me what am i? gay for boys or pervy for girls?
  Cause i've found both ignorant thoughts woven into the lies.
  Am i a filthy lesbian as you like to say?
  Well thank you then for at least calling me a girl.
  Oh wait no, i'm not a 'she.'
  Apparently my pronouns are 'he' and 'whore'.
  Man, i feel like i'm learning so much about myself today.
  Aw, and then there's the hem of this gown that says, "It--"
  (Yes, 'it') "-- is just confused."
  No, i think you're confused.
Uncomfortable"As far as I'm concerned, if you're not comfortable nude you're not comfortable." ~Amanda Palmer
I've tried again to sleep naked,
Because I had the opportunity to
Because no one was around.
I started off indifferent to the sudden presence of everything that has been going on
Underneath the clothes I wear.
  It isn't often that I get to feel this way-- naked.
  And, at least to me, naked is a feeling.
    It is a feeling most often experienced right before my frame is wrapped in water,
    And then automatically scrubbed with a rag soaked and soaped,
    And then cocooned into a towel shortly before being
    Hidden away in clothing once again.
  Not long after the experience begins, it starts to feel weird-- not wrong, just...
  Odd... Uncomfortable.
  To be precise, it is these things that make me feel so awkward and unsure.
  These things that had been happily under the radar until now.
  And now they are so a


4. :iconfastrack101:
Amy Lee by AtypicalLily

6. :iconinsomniawriter:
Swan SongThe audience speaks in quiet whispers
Death in front row
awaiting my finale
watching my solo
as my body moves senselessly
my steps advancing recklessly
moving until the final note stops eventually
the crowd hushes
and the darkness is looming near
my swan song finally sung
my ultimate demise finally here


7.:icontearslikenapalm:
When In Rome (She's Killing You)It's a pyrrhic victory, you haven't seen the last of me
Claim the voices in my head
The difference is irrelevant, you can't escape the hell you're in
I block out what is said
If you try another verse, it will only grow much worse
I raise my pen to write
If you let her drain you dry, what will then keep you alive?
I haven't got all night
She's hurting you, she's leeching you, she's preparing your pyre
She's thrilling you, she's killing you, she'll leave you worn and tired.
She's killing you, oh listen, she's killing you, and you haven't got a clue,
She's killing you, oh she's killing you, and it's a suicidal adieu
She's killing you, she's killing you, and you won't listen to you
She's killing you, you know it's true, but you misconstrue;
Please --
She's killing you...
...and you are too.

Bringer of FrostWhispers in the ember forest
Rush past crystal undergrounds
Singing fae in sleeping chorus
Raindrop moonlight void of sounds
Breathing in the swooping comets
Drinking in the varnished time
Another decade I recommit
Watching forests turn to rime
Every step I take is hoarfrost
And everything I touch is ice
Tearing down the ember forest
Reforming frozen paradise

DieIt's hard to breathe when your teeth are clenched tight
Try to bite but you only taste bone, just wasted years and months and skies
You raise your eyes to the ceiling and despise your own feelings
For locking you in with a stalking dead skin
That bears your face but not a trace of the features you pride yourself on
Just the ones you hide yourself from staring you dead through a hole in your head
Still grinning and calling your name.
It's hard to breathe when your body is willing to die
Stay alive but you're already going, wasting away into paste on the floor
The door melts into the wall and you scream down the hall
For locking you in with a hateful red skin
That bears a face of a demon you flee from in your darkest dreaming
Because it's fear that if you look in a mirror you'll see his leer
Still grinning to drive you insane.
It's hard to breathe when you don't want to be alive
Don't die but you're a tombstone, wasted dates on either end
Don't pretend your birth mattered, people gave yo


8.

9.

10.

(Please be patient with me adding you on here x_x I usually use the DA app on my phone and I can only edit journal entries when I get to use WiFi on my laptop. It'll take a maximum of a week, I'd say. Minimum of a day. I usually get to use WiFi at my boyfriend's grandpa's house after classes to do our online course work, so it'll be then.)

deviantID

Glasses-And-Blades's Profile Picture
Glasses-And-Blades
Carissa
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
South Africa
☆INFP || Female || Aquarius || Self-proclaimed poet || Adores Animals || Snake owner || Christian || Afrikaans || To be psychologist || University Student || Bookworm || Art Admirer || Four-eyes || Otaku || Music obsessed (Rock & Metal) || Scared of people || Night sky enthusiast || Bathophobic || Arachnophobic || Achluophobic || Emotional forecast: Rainy || Hopeless Romantic☆

***

Hello, all ^-^ I'm Rissa, born 23 January 1998. Welcome to my profile. My favourite anime is Noragami and favourite colour is purple. I'm currently studying at UFS and my majors are Psychology and Criminology with Sociology as my minor and Communication Science an elective. Please feel free to talk to me about anything, even if it's just you feeling under the weather today. I'll also gladly read some of your work and give my opinion. I apologise in advance if I don't reply on comments and such. I appreciate them to such a degree I find myself unable to express my thanks and I panic in social situations.

..14-02-2014.. - The day my Sweetheart asked me to be his beloved. (Obviously, I said yes without hesitation) You'll see a lot of Trissa (Tris + Rissa) poetry on here. I'm currently waiting to be promoted from "Girlfriend" to "Fiancée".

:iconatypicallily: - Meet my best friend, soul sister and fellow rain lover since 2007. She's also my favourite artist and poet so please don't hesitate in visiting her gallery.

***
Interests

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconwepushedangels:
WePushedAngels Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
thank you for the fav :heart:
Reply
:iconglasses-and-blades:
Glasses-And-Blades Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome ♡ No need to thank me
Reply
:iconuncannyvin:
UncannyVin Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fav~
:^D
Reply
:iconglasses-and-blades:
Glasses-And-Blades Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're very much welcome! ^-^
Reply
:iconwepushedangels:
WePushedAngels Featured By Owner Edited Mar 21, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
thank you so much for the favs and the watch :heart:
Reply
:iconglasses-and-blades:
Glasses-And-Blades Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're more than welcome ♡ I adored every piece I favourited. Thank you for sharing.
Reply
:icontearslikenapalm:
TearsLikeNapalm Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2017  Professional Writer
YAY! Thank you for the watch!
Reply
:iconendprocess83:
endprocess83 Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2017  Hobbyist Photographer
Welcome to the group :iconmacropoetry:!

Please take the time to read the rules of the group before submitting your work. Heart 
We hope you enjoy your stay with us La la la la

Have a nice day! Aww
Reply
:iconslenderblade:
slenderblade Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2017
:huggle:
Reply
:iconstichesbodybagttags:
stichesBodyBagTtags Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
hello, I love your work.Heart 
Reply
Add a Comment: