BrokenBleedingAngel
Profile
I’m from Canada. I’m 19 years old. I draw all kinds of art types but mostly cartoons/anime. I like making sexy/cute/strange pictures.
I’m not sure which career path to take but I do know that Art will always be involved in everything I do in this life….
Oh! And send me a bubble mail if you want! I’m super chatty. XD
Groups
BrokenBleedingAngel is a member of !Burst! > Anime and Manga!, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Cartoon Paddock, Character Development, Fantasy Art, Finks of Inks, Food for Thought, International Superheroes of Drawing, Illustration and World Domination, Japanfluence, Kawaii Characters, Shanime: Inspired by Anime', The Artistic Nude, The Red Writing Room and Videogame Lovers.
Journal Entries
Bah!
Posted 25 days ago, 2 comments so far.
Update! Tues July 28th 2009
Posted 3 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Well, I'll fill you in on my life...
Posted 10 months ago.
First day at my new job
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
UGHHHHHHHHHH! >.<
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
18th Birthday
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
A bit about me. ^w^;;
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
First T-shirt!
Posted about 1 year ago.
Christmas as a kid.
Posted over 2 years ago, 1 comment so far.
Fudge monkeys! >.<
Posted over 2 years ago.
Art
Writing
Mother...
She wears her skin like a suit of armour, a knight called mother. Each scar is a story from her past, all the battles that she’s won and some she’s lost.
A Whore called Paper
Jealousy engulfs me when I see someone else use her better than myself. It’s as if she silently stares back and laughs at me. She knows that they can do better, damn whore that she is.
Poem: Tequila Sunrise
Lips so inviting / Breathing so close / Eyes so enticing / Beauty like a rose / Things get exciting
Poem- Hunger
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.Poem of a Tortured Heart
What is love?
Poem of a Rose.
This poem is as beautiful and as true as a rose. You bleed from the thorns that tear and claw at you yet you marvel at it’s beauty, still wishing to obtain it. / Your tears your only salvatio…
