My artworks
this is just a lazy search for the tag "myart" in my blog, but here you go
Articles
From the sad times when GPortl didn't have a Blog function. Some of these are collected from sites I used to have but abandoned over the years.
Gifs, avatars, etc.
You may use these anywhere, but you're not allowed to edit them or pose as their creator!
They call me "Omen"
Fantasy Sekai // Spinner's End
Awaiting the new dawn
Admin: Omen Drals Design code: LindaDesign Flower icons in the Navigation are by the insanely talented Teekatas Suwannakrua Ugly doodles on the header by my humble self Live since: 2005. jlius 28. Site interests: Sesshoumaru in the beginning, then anime, then esoterics, and now everything but the kitchen sink (╯□）╯︵ ┻━┻ nyitskor Sesshoumaru, utna animk, utna ezotria most meg (╯□）╯︵ ┻━┻ Nem vagyok nagy design-huszr, gy ha el van minden csszva, elnzst krek :( My skills at web design are truly shocking, so if everything's all screwed up and mis-aligned, I am eternally sorry :(
Klnsebben nem rdekel hol van a hatr a szemlyes bejegyzs s a cikk kztt, gy a "blog" szt csak finoman hasznlnm. ;)
I am not at all concerned as to where is that fine line between a personal blogpost and an actual article, so I would only use the word "blog" to describe this site only lightly. :)
Nha magyarul, sometimes in english. gy is a bejegyzseim java rsze just a bunch of ramblings and bitching, you're not missing out of brmi rdekfesztbl.
Gportl is love, gportl is life
'Hey! If you listen close enough, you can hear the universe.'
The horizon stretched out like a slumbering god without boundaries above her; it's deep, endless blue canvas dotted with stars vibrant and alive. There were no city lights to obscure the miracle of the sky – the wind rushed through the long grass and caressed her hair. How little she was, and how enormous the world. In the far distance to her left, she saw a busy road, the cars like ghosts haunting it, leaving a blurry trail of light. Not any closer the torment and shouting, her sore body or the grim rooms from another, much less magical world. But here, they were both home. Both him and her.
She leaned against the only tree far and wide with her small hand, and took a deep breath of the pleasant summer night air. She couldn't see him on the other end of the world, she couldn't touch his shoulders to give relief of the pain, but through the silent, yet overwhelmingly loud voice of the world – all that there ever was, ever is and ever will be – she could hear his voice loud and clear.
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
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