It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out
sometimes…
I just want to tear a hole
in the canvas of my skin;
scratch and separate
each pallid thread,
squeeze the cysts beneath
my epidermis and drown in the sallow
fluid of my disarray. I want to
reach down my throat and pull
up the strands of my voice
and use them to strangle on. I want
to press my fingernails
into my eyes and disperse the jelly
of my corneas, irises, and pupils.
I do not want to see
what has become of me. I want to slide
my ears off the sides of my face
and throw them far away
so I can't hear the droning in my head
anymore. I want to rip from top to bottom,
spoon out my insides and feed them to the c
The Masochist
Pain is a wonderful thing.
When the whip touches your skin you'll forget everything.
Your mind will become clear
of wandering thoughts
and you will feel no more fear.
It will arouse you,
excite your body
more than anything ever will.
And it will love you
more than any one person alone
ever could.
You will become its willing slave,
always ready to serve.
And it will become your master,
giving you food and shelter in return.
It can be sweeter
than the tastiest sweets.
And it can be more sour
than the most sour lemon.
It will mesmerize you
and give you what you wish to have.
And the greatest joy in the worl
Tempt me
Hold me
Show me I'm something
Then beat me
Choke me
and pretend that I'm nothing
I'm hurt?
I'm sad?
No, secretly I'm happy
It's sad you know
nothing about me
It's obvious
I'm a masochist
So I can't deny
the pain will always
satisfy
It's sick
I know
but it's what I need
Pain is just my dirty greed
Funny thing
that's not my secret
I like the pain
but I don't like to give it
So Sadists out there
hear me out
You would enjoy our time out
Give me pain
I'll really love it
Bite me
Taunt me
don't ever stop it
we're the perfect pair
I'm your match
I'll warn you though
I'm hard to catch
So show me that
you'l
"maybe i am a masochist for falling in love with you," she said one night while her back pressed to mine. she didn't like to see my face while i slept; it reminded her of her grandmother in her coffin, something that i wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not.
"why," i asked into the pillow next to my face.
"because i love you, but you make me hurt. my heart aches when i see you. i think it knows you by now. it knows your name, definitely. it hurts the inside of my chest and i feel ill half the time. i get headaches when you leave, and when you return my heart is back to aching."
"how does that make you a masochist?"
"because i love how