Current Residence: Madrid, Spain
Favourite genre of music: electronic music in general
Operating System: Mac OS X
MP3 player of choice: iPod nano
Boldly Facing The FutureBoldly Facing The Future by spyed
Artist Credit DanielaUhlig
Many of you have been in this community for a long time, but whether you’ve just joined or you’ve been a member since day one, this is your first impression of the new DeviantArt.
Change is not something that we take lightly, because it affects our collective identity. It was important for us to define who we are and what we’re made of at our core before we changed anything. We all have our own understanding of what that means, but the process of getting that core story down on paper took almost a year.
The result is “Bleed and Breed Art.” This is our center of gravity and our reason for getting out of bed in the morning.
It is the guide and the justification for everything, including our business partnerships, the development of the new app and the design of our new ide
At times life runs faster than you do and things get quite complicated. For Kyungsoo, this “complicated” resumed in him trying to get a whole two-night-sleep in a definitely not-so-comfy-airplane seat. The pushing and pulling didn’t help and the cushion of the seat seemed impossible to tame. His head tilted right and left continuously, as if that would help him any better, and the cold was unbearable. He was going to start the nth round of pushing a pulling when an arm reached for his chest, making it impossible to move. Kyungsoo looked to his left and saw a pair of loving eyes and a dazzling smile. Joonmyun. Joonmyun. Little by little, said arm left his chest, caressing it in the process, increasing his heart beat and throwing part of his sleep away. Kyungsoo looked at Joonmyun and he looked at him. Suddenly the limited space wasn’t that bad, for Kyungsoo could appreciate Joonmyun’s lashes and lips.
Right. He was there. Kyungsoo could be weak, for Joonmyun would take care of him. Kyungsoo wanted a shoulder, a smile, a kiss, a love. He reached for the first one, imagined the second, received the third and felt the fourth. Joonmyun had the ability to make the uncomfortable, comfortable and the unlovable, actually quite lovely. Kyungsoo caressed the arm that had done the same to him no so long ago. He smiled a little. He could feel his chicks reddening. Suddenly, it wasn’t that cold.
Before falling asleep, he felt a pressure in the top of his head. Before falling asleep, he was allowed to feel, to be just a boy, to love another boy.