Some days, I'm one of the twelve princesses dancing with gold-plated knights; preferably Genevieve. Some days, I'm my dining table, committing silently, there are days when I feel like Hyyh Yoonkook, all angst and bomber jackets, cigarettes on strawberry-kissed lips, feeling like the end of the world is right where I can touch it if only you were by my side, and of course, I'm also Anastasia the lost princess, dead and a mystery, dancing to a tune in December of a song she no longer remembers. On my best days, I'm a frog, or Shrek. Usually both simultaneously-brash and brave, and despicably me. But most days, I kid myself. Most days, I'm a girl, and quiet, and determined. Most days, I write all the things I haven't said, and I ask all the questions because I'd rather know about you. I forget things as soon as I remember them, and I drink plenty of water. I make tons of mistakes that I stress about for weeks, and I watch Haikyuu to realize what family could look like. I'm nothing great, but I believe that I've got what interstellar has: reeling. I'd leave you reeling. I'm pathetic some days, and I kill ants. I don't do what I'm supposed to, and I disappoint my parents, and honestly, I'm a prick sometimes. I say the wrong things, but there are holes in cheese; incomplete like that makes it worthwhile, and there are holes in lace, and a hole in the ozone layer, but I've missed my point. Maybe. My point is: there's a human in me.
there's a human in me
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The Abandoned Woman, Female
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