Crazy Art Feature!!

I know I haven't done this in a while and wanted to get back into the swing of things. XD

Please enjoy these artworks and show the artists some much deserved love:

<da:thumb id="489451786"/> <da:thumb id="347078394"/> <da:thumb id="460760064"/> Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
Starving.
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
Scars.
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
Dreams.
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
Mind.
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
Stay Strong.
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
Because darling,
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.  AM    It felt peculiar standing before him, now, almost as strangers–strangers with one horrible, tragic secret between them that abashes any sense of pure anonymity. The paths of time seem so impossible to cross until you stand on the other side. We knew each other, and yet did not. I suppose I'm being a bit overdramatic, but when you offer someone your love, only to have it all but reviled, it really does feel like the end of the world; especially when that love conspires against the norm.
    I made the mistake of falling for my best friend. Of course in the complete cliché fashion, I didn't realize it for the longest time. When we were young, I all but depended on him. I didn't make friends easily, which I suppose I could chalk up to the fact that I was an only child, painfully shy, lonely, too fearful of rejection to risk anything in the slightest. No matter the reason though, I found myself drawn to him. He had a winsome personality. Not outgoing nece  The InvitationIt doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if yo 

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