Katrina’s Art

I write and draw. ig: artistic.kat_

[michigan-kat]

Charcoal deer 🍂🦌

[michigan-kat]

Charcoal zebra

[teenagecrush]

Every night before I go to sleep I think about you, us and how much I love you.

(via teenagecrush)

[michigan-kat]

I could hear Tandy's laugh distinctively through all of the other laughs, yells, and sounds of lunchtime. She was at a yellow, round picnic table surrounded by her friends. I could see her sitting there with her fingers wrapped around the edges so tight that they were white. I couldn't quite make sense of the expression on her face until I saw Henry, her best friend Clare's boyfriend walked up to the table. Clare didn't notice at first because her back was turned to him but Chelsea did and pointed and said, "Looks like Henry has something to ask you." Clare turned around and gasped and her hands flew up to her mouth. Clare's boyfriend had a big, pink sign that said "Whale you go to Prom with me?" With a bunch of whales on it. Clare jumped up and flung her arms around his neck. "YES!" Chelsea, Allison, and Emily all got up and surrounded them taking a shit ton of pictures. But, Tandy didn't move. She kept her grip on the table. She looked so pale, sickly even. Chelsea turned around and said to Tandy, "Aren't you happy for her? You haven't said a damn word." "Of course I'm happy for Clare." I heard her voice crack from where I was standing. She looked away from Chelsea and stared directly into my eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat. Her eyes were filled with tears. The look on her face makes sense now, her heart was breaking once more. If I had to give a physical description of heartbreak, it would be what Tandy looked like in this moment. Pale face, red eyes, slumped shoulders, and a very deep frown. She had been waiting for the moment to be asked to prom her whole life basically and she was never going to get it. It doesn't help that I'm partially responsible for this. Just weeks before Tandy had asked me out and I had told her no because she was graduating. I had no idea how much it had hurt her. She was always laughing and joking around with her friends. She made it look so easy. To make matters worse, Allison's boyfriend walked up also with a sign that said "Prom?". Everyone was buzzing with excitement. Tandy looked like she wanted to die. No one noticed her all alone except me. "Hey Lucas are you down for Saturday night at Tiff's House?" I felt a hand on my back and turned away from Tandy. It was Jared. He must've been talking the whole time, and of course he didn't notice I wasn't paying attention, he never did. "Oh um hell yeah! 7 o'clock right?" I put a big grin on my face. "Yessiree! You're gonna love it! I know how much you love to swim," he nudged me in the ribs, ”Tiff said her parents are going to be gone all weekend and that she got a new bikini." He ran his hands up and down his sides to imitate curves. "Ah how do you know this?" A little laugh escaped my throat. "We 'talked' last night'" He air quoted the word talked and winked and nudged me again. "I hear you've been trying to hit her up so I got her ready for ya." I looked away from him to steal a glance at Tandy. It was a mistake. Chelsea was also swinging around some guy's neck that held a neon orange sign, along with Emily and her boyfriend Juan. He couldn't believe it! Tandy was such a wonderful girl how could no one ask her to prom? A pair of fingers snapped in front of my face. "Earth to Lucas! Where'd you go? Didn't you here what I said?" He followed my gaze across the lawn to the party happening around Tandy. "Oh dude. No. You told her how you felt weeks ago! You shouldn't feel bad now. She always has guys hanging from her hip, she could've picked any of them." I can't believe what I'm hearing! "You expect me to hook up with some STD hoarding skank that's Twitter famous just because of how she looks in a bathing suit? You're trippin' Jared. I crushed Tandy and I had no idea." I'm furious now and pushed his hand out of my face. "Woah there brother, did you just admit you have feeling for Tandy? The weird girl that's obsessed with you? The girl that can kill people with the flick of her wrist?" You could almost see fumes of smoke coming out of his ears. I looked quickly over my shoulder and saw Tandy looking at us. She had stopped crying but still had the hurt look in her eyes. She looked curious as to why I had raised my voice at Jared. "You can't be serious right now Lucas." "I'm not Jared. But you shouldn't call her a freak, you don't even know her." "Look dude, she only got close to you because you're hot as fuck and a nice guy. She wanted you to know her so she can manipulate your feelings from afar." He pointed his hand in her direction. She was still looking at us. "That's not even close to the truth!" "How would you know?!" Jared flung his arms into the air and let out a deep breath before pointing a finger right at me, "You haven't dated anyone since Diane broke your heart, and you didn't even date her!" "Shut the fuck up!" I wanted to punch Jared right in the mouth but I knew it would make me look like the bad guy. "Just because you bang every girl that takes an interest in you doesn't mean you know about how girls feel and think you asshole!" Before I knew it, Jared swung his arm back and clenched his fist and almost hit me, but didn't. He gasped in surprise. Tandy was standing right in front of me with his fist held tightly in her hand, inches from my face. He jumped back. "Oh shit. Tandy, what the hell! Where did you even come from!?" "Why does that even matter you jerk! I heard everything you said about me!" She was furious, I could've swore her eyes changed from green to red. "Shit, I didn't mean that. I didn't mean anything I said! Fuck." He started backing up. "You meant everything you said you dumb fuck." Her face was red and you could see tear trails down her cheeks. "And you," she turned and pointed at me, ”You fucked up everything. You have no idea what you did to me! I haven't felt my heart hurt like this in so long. You truly fucked up." I was speechless. I just thought that she liked me for my looks, I thought her crush on me was superficial. I didn't know how long she held onto these feelings for me. "Yeah okay. I don't know how you wouldn't know how real my feelings are for you. If only you knew that my heart aches every day and night. My brain hurts every time I look at you. I stepped out of my already fucked up comfort zone and took a bigger risk than I wanted to. You broke my heart. You crushed it into a gazillion pieces. You can't even look at me anymore. You can't even say hi to me!" I inhaled sharply. I just had no idea. I only knew what it was like to hurt, not to hurt someone else. "I..I'm sorry Tandy. I-" She cut me off by grabbing my face and pulling me down to meet her eye level. I was staring directly into her brilliant green eyes. "No. I'm sorry. I should've told you a long time ago how I was feeling. I should've let you know how much I liked you. I still like you..." A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and slid down her right cheek. I placed my hands around hers and slowly brought my face closer to hers, our lips almost touching. She gripped my face harder and closed the gap between our lips. Her lips were so soft and warm. My head was clouded with thoughts of why was I so scared to do this before.

[studyblr]

I want to be glowing ethereally, and shining radiantly. I want to be glistening ominously and sparkling brightly. I want to be a source of light, of hope.

[cherrys-acid]

This one is dangerous, she lures her victims in with her sweet taste of honey. This one loves to leave her fingerprints on the bodies she destroyed with pleasure. She’s fire, she’s passion, she’s toxic. The kind of danger that makes them come back, makes them want to turn into ashes in order to feel her warmth once more. The kind that makes them want to keep tasting her sweet skin knowing that it will be the last thing they taste. The kind that makes them want to stay in a room full of her, knowing that she traps all the oxygen in the room leaving them hopeless. In her 6-inch heels, cherry red lingerie, shes a murderer, one that never has to dirty her hands to have them drop dead. Silent killer. Alter ego.

[michigan-kat]

Gaze

I looked right into your eyes They were a deep blue Your smile was wide and you could see happiness all over your face It looked like you were made out of pure happiness When I looked at you then I felt happy I felt happy just for being there, for being able to see you happy I couldn't help but notice that when we made eye contact, you held it for few seconds longer A few seconds where I thought maybe you changed your mind Maybe you were rethinking your decision Maybe you wanted to take back what you said Maybe, just maybe... When we looked at each other and you were already smiling and you kept smiling while staring into my eyes, I thought maybe you were trying to tell me something Something that you were hiding Something that maybe you didn't even know yet But I keep holding onto this tiny sliver of hope And it's destroying me

[love-personal]

[fantasylockscreens]

~ a tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body ~

[promisesofamazing]

And she’s everything you wouldn’t want in a girl. She’s smart, and she can barely finish a book because she’s already planned on what book she wants to read next so she starts to read that book and forgets to finish the other. She’s crazy passionate about the earth and the well being of animals. My god does she love animals. She talks to them as if they could talk back. She cares about people even if they turn her a cold shoulder. She is all for the people and thinks that women should be treated with the same respect as what a man gets. She loves to talk about anything and everything. She’ll tell you about the stars and everything you need to know about dogs and horses. She’s the kind of girl you wouldn’t want. Not because she’s ugly because my god she is beautiful. And not just her physical appearance but her soul. It’s the purest and most raw and magical thing you’ll ever see. She’s the kind of girl you don’t want to touch in a physical way or emotional way. Not because she can’t handle it, because she can. She’s the closest thing you ever get to magic, I mean if you believe in that kind of crap. I sure didn’t until I met her in the coffee shop on 11th street. She was wearing all black and she had the most beautiful brown hair that would fall perfectly in front of her face even when she did pull it behind her ear. Anyways I didn’t touch her in anyway. I just admired her from the other side of the coffee shop. I guess I was a little afraid because I could already feel her existence was something that shouldn’t be messed with and I didn’t wanna screw her up. But I did. Her brown doe eyes locked on with mine and it felt like magic. Again not that I believe in it in that moment. The point is she’s not the kind of girl you want because she’s everything you could ever want in a “perfect girl” if there’s such a thing. She’s not the kind of girl you want because when you touch her for the first time it feels like snow falling and everything in between love. She’s not the kind of girl you want because when you break her heart you’ll see she won’t be the same. She won’t sing in the shower and she won’t radiate warmth from her smile when she looks at you. Like I said she’s magic and everything in between love and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t love her knowing I had all the power in the world to destroy her. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t love her because she’s not the kind of girl who you just fall in love with. No, she’s the kind of girl who you fall in love with because she makes you see that everyone is equal and that animals do have feelings. She’s the kind of girl you fall in love with because you love the way she gets along with your mother and your father adores her. She’s the kind of girl who makes you believe in magic. She’s the kind of girl who makes you see that you have all the power in the world to do whatever you want if you believe and try hard enough. She’s the kind of girl who could be broken so easily if you hit the right spots and when you do.. when you do break her heart it leaves you feeling every bad word in the dictionary. It leaves you with a bitter taste every time you try and talk about her. It leaves you with nothing but a haunting memory of girl who cares more about everyone and everything because no one cared about her. She is not the kind of girl you wanna fall in love with because when you break her heart you’ll never be able to rid the taste of her strawberry lips from yours. You won’t be able to enjoy summer because it will remind you of the time you both sat under a big oak tree near a pond while she read books to you. Shes not the kind of girl you want because when you both part ways and head back home to the grey sheets of your bed it will flash you back to the time you first saw her naked and how you were so scared to touch something so raw and beautiful. She’s not the girl you want to fall in love with because you won’t be able to sleep at night when you part ways because you’re so busy wondering if she is loving someone else. So you see, she is not the kind of girl you want because she is just to damn magical to be real. Or maybe she is and you shouldn’t take my advice and tell me to go to hell but then again you’ll feel like hell when she cries for the first time because of you. So maybe she is the kind of girl you want but maybe she isn’t. Not because she doesn’t deserve love but because she deserves to be loved right, as if there’s a right way to love. My point is she’s herself and in this lifetime? That is something extraordinary and something that extraordinary deserves to be left wild.

Leave her wild (via promisesofamazing)

[lyricsbylittle]

“.”

You brought these tears to yourself again,

Truly hoping he’ll notice you cry,

But all he is doing is turning his back and going to see her.

You brought this little ray of sun,

Strongly believing it will scatter the dark,

But all he brought in was the sky full of clouds.

You expected loving,

You received disappointment,

And you made yourself believe,

You deserved everything he’s been giving…

You forced this beautiful fake smile on your face,

Convinced nobody will figure you are slowly dying,

Of trying to find reasons to live and a common sense.

He comes and shares the story of how wonderful she is,

How they spend their time having fun,

And all you think is her being replaced but it’s not happening.

You just want him to be happy,

Even if it means without you,

But you keep believing,

You deserved nothing but bleeding.

[abduction]

The Lumineers - Sleep on the Floor

[michigan-kat]

Warm

I smile when I see you I run into your arms when I see you I am happy when I see you I might be so happy that tears are streaming down my face because it might’ve been a long time since I’ve last seen you I remember the way you laugh, your laugh is so pure and wild Wild like the wind, it comes out strong It can be a shock to some because you appear so delicate When you laugh your face becomes even more beautiful than it already is It feels so much better to hear you laugh, and it feels even better to know that I’m the reason behind your laughter You look good, the dimples in your cheeks are the same, the shine in your eyes is the same I’ve missed you More than you can imagine When I see you, my belly gets warm, my heart flutters, and my hands are a little sweaty (but my brain stays clear because I know exactly what I want to say to you before you leave again) I could say that I love you I love everything about you So why can’t I say that I’m in love with your soul? (Is it because I’m afraid you won’t say it back? That maybe you won’t feel the same way? Maybe, I’m not sure) But I do know that when you open the door to your apartment and I step inside and I smell the coffee and the vanilla scented candles, that I could love you You make everything feel like home

When I was over the day before Halloween and your mom stopped by with a gift she said, you pulled the door open a little farther and there he was A little fluffy puppy, sitting there with a big red bow tied around his neck Dark brown eyes with golden fur and floppy ears He was the cutest thing that I had ever seen We named him Caramel because you said that when you looked into his eyes it appeared like they were melting and swirling around I knew then that I could love you And I know now that I do I love you.

[allerliefste-archive-deactivate]

[wnq-writers]

Practice writing sad things more when you’re happy. And practice writing happy things more when you’re sad.

juansendizon (via wnq-writers)

[juansendizon]

I don’t want a materialistic gift. I want a gift that brings back old warm memories. I want something that comes from the heart. Like how my mom made the mango cake she used to bake when I was six years old. Like how my friend gave me a copy of his favorite video game and how I gave him a copy of my favorite poetry book. It is in these kinds of gifts that I think I’ll treasure the act of giving and receiving. And it is in these kinds of gifts that I think I’ll treasure the spirit of Christmas.

Juansen Dizon // Gifts (via juansendizon)

[juansendizon]