Art Giveaway!! (( CLOSED)) EDIT: THIS ENDS FRIDAY GUYS! :'D Get your entries in!!Hey everyone!!! ^^ I'm going to hold a small art give away in celebration of 260+ watchers-- The rules are pretty simple-All you need to do is; +Fav this journal. Make another journal or poll advertising the giveaway, and leave it in the comments below. Also in your comment, include the word rainbow so I know you read the rules. :') You don't need to be a watcher to enter, but watchers will get an additional entry.I will use random.org to generate the winners! First place will win a full colored picture in any style they choose with up to two characters! Second place will get a chibi drawing of one character of their choice. Deadline is OCTOBER 17thGood luck to all!!! ^^-----------------------------Examples of my art:
An HundredfoldEvery night I lie awake, and think of all the things that take, a moment to internalize, a brief chance to conceptualize, all the things I didn't do, and all the things I DID see through.A moment here, a moment there, it all comes back to when and where, I made my mind and my resolve to all the problems I would solve.Keep your faith, just be strong, do your best, you can't go wrong.These daily quotes can seem cliche, or boring for an average day.but hearing these redundant lessons, can keep heaven close, and make deep impressions, that can guide us through this rock strewn life, and keep our trials free of strife.What does it mean? how do I know? why bother trying? where do I go?How do I find the truth amongst this? how deep must I dig, how long must I sift?Patience is a virtue, sometimes wants need to be shelved, the hardest part about it though, is doing it yourself.Try alone, you'll never win, the debt you owe is great, if fairness takes it's toll on you, it's already too la
PrayerThe world . . . adrift in space, hanging amid a vast array of celestial bodies. In an endless circuit, the planets drift around the sun, like a clock ticking off the years. For millennia the people on the surface have observed the heavens in wide-eyed wonder as the sparkling sea of stars swirled about them. Longing for understanding, but unable to touch it any more than they can touch the stars, men wax old. They do not know as they struggle to understand the stories written in the sky that their author has written other books. They look steadfastly into the heart of heaven for answers, not knowing that, should they ask, heaven will place the answers in their own hearts. Such is the foolishness of men; but, there exists wisdom for those who will seek.