fate's a cruel mistress, girl

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ericamay, 25may1995, single forever, devoted to peter pan

charlieissocoollike, doctor who, peter pan, you me at six, i see stars, andy oliver, devin oliver, ribbons, bows, drummers, bright colours, black and white contrast, people who smile a lot, laughing, beats, rhythms, being good at something, fireworks, writing, sketching, details, internet, photoshop, graphic design, coding, paint, crayons, paper, plain goldfish, the colours green and blue, prince phillip, princess aurora, tinkerbell, neverland, disneyland, disneyworld, crush the turtle, chemistry, storybook romance, arctic monkeys, britain, irish accents, every accent, scottish boys, skinny boys, pale boys, collarbones, freckles, gingers, photobooths, madina lake, billy idol, chocolate chip cookies, toffee, tiny marshmallows, hot cocoa, good memories, bloodrushes, laughing, singers, musicians, good headphones, punching the backs of car seats while listening to hardcore music in parking lots, hugs, kisses, winter, sweaters, hoodies, scarves, snowflakes, eyelashes, pretty eyes, dark hair, blonde hair, straight hair, wavy hair, offensive humours, people who don't take things seriously, heated debates, awkward moments, having private concerts home alone, red pandas, sharks, weasels, minxes, puppydogs, kittycats, post-it notes, caring reminders, strawberries, raspberries, william beckett, matt smith, karen gillan, david tennant, alex turner, joe brooks, noah and the whale, mumford and sons, los campesinos, french people, foreign languages, magic tricks, illusions, photographs, macros, doodling people i know, doodling people i wish i knew, pens that flow smoothly, shortbread cookies, tapping my feet, high fives, pokemon, laughing so hard i cry, being told people love me, winning, swedish fish, candies, neil patrick harris, nerimon, frezned, danisnotonfire, alexisonfire, billy talent, taking back sunday, john gomez, brian dales, alex pettyfer, logan lerman, tumblr, squareenix, old names, music class, good friends, late-night confessions, hanging out anywhere, eccentricity, spontaneous people, people with good memories, being unforgotten, lyricists, air heads, scissors, kicking, unicorns, rainbows, miss rainicorn, adventure time with finn and jake, flapjack, we came as romans, architects, joy division, two door cinema club, emma watson, george craig, emma watson and george craig together, the hoosiers, old photos, chalk drawing, graffiti, skateboarders, bmx riders, comic fanatics, superheros, guys, candy in tin cases, pastel stars, pointless wishing, sweet dreams, morning messages, text conversations, honey on toast, apple jelly, internet memes, advil, motion city soundtrack, vampire weekend, rolo tomassi, people named connor, people named sebastian, william, james, oliver, owen, eoin, alexander, joshua, andrew, aaron, christopher, jackson, hunter, and the like, the afterlife kids, downloading music, new downloads, video games, rpgs, shooter games, screaming, all forgotten, arcade fire, the asteroids galaxy tour, kick ass, aaron johnson, christopher mintz-plasse, devon werkshire, thick rimmed glasses, flickr, hipsters, cute kids, never growing up, beastie boys, we are the ocean, blink182, chameleon circuit, john green, hank green, paper towns, the perks of being a wallflower, lewis carroll, c.s. lewis, absolute brightness, the chronicles of narnia, lockets, trinkets, mimes, golden pocketwatches, nifty antiquities, halloween, sewing, the click five, parkway drive, cold war kids, obscurities, confessions, bookstores, candy stores, inside jokes, walls of wonder, being awesome, skins, kaya scodelario, luca pasqualino, jack o'connell, nicholas hoult, max hewer, hannah murray,

and a number of other things...

not posting full typed shit anymore but here's another example of something i just wrote cool

19.9.10 at 6:39 PM

She was always far too joyful for her own good when she was intoxicated. Albeit, that was the obvious reason she did them at all. Her head felt light, her eyes unfocused, and everything was amplified, but gently so; colours were somewhat brighter, sounds were somewhat nicer. Yet, at the same time, she was completely and totally numb. She was like a robot of the most flexible sort, without the slightest goal or order; just an animated figure living off of the free thoughts and needs of the moment. Anastazja didn’t have to plan anything (as if she had a strong ability to!) and not a thought was spent lingering on past or future.

“Isn’t it a little early to put on your dance shoes now?”

She flinched at the sound of that voice, and her fabricated happiness faltered for a minute, as her smile fell and her gaze dropped to the food in her shaking hands. Her teeth bit her lip; Ana hated him for his cruelty, and how insecure she made her. He knew the Achilles’ heel to her seemingly impenetrable armour, and considered it a casual sport, aiming whatever he liked her way. He didn’t even wait for a reaction, didn’t stop to look at the trouble he’d cause. His voice just bounced off the walls of her mind like an annoying tennis ball. This was so routine to her – but for some reason, it drew her in like the highest grade lure.

Soon enough, though, the drugs picked up again and it was like he had never passed by, despite the slight drumming of nerves in her fingers. She turned back to Dante, and then to Demitri. ”I’m afraid I’ll have to run off for the third time this morning!” Her head tilted a fraction to the right as her eyes slowly wandered to the sky. ”Bummer... How fast the time goes...” Her lips parted again in a breathy sigh, before the distant sound of a door slamming caused her to jump up and snap back to reality. ”But, oh! I’ll see you later, I promise! And you can always text me and I will always reply!” She added emphasis to her words sometimes, giving each phrase a sort of rhythm, measured by the minute twitch of her fingertips, or tap of her toes against the ground. She didn’t hesitate to hug her friend, place a kiss upon both cheeks and nod toward the teacher again, in a somewhat lazy adieu (though apologetically so).

Her feet made pleasant beats as Ana skipped across the pavement, twirling every now and again to make sure her dear Dante was following her. She hadn’t a clue where she was going, or what her friend had in mind, but she knew it would be great fun! He was like her protector, and she loved him so!