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* I JUST WANT MY HIGH SCHOOL TO BE A NICE PLACE.  ( did that sound bitchy ? )

independent. selective. film based. art.

#MOVED!

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MOVED.

memes are most likely dropped but threads will be carried over

#• i. ❛ - ELITIST BITCH // ooc. #i'll queue up my promo a couple times but we're Out

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* I JUST WANT MY HIGH SCHOOL TO BE A NICE PLACE.  ( did that sound bitchy ? )

independent. selective. film based. art.

#• i. ❛ - DON’T YOU WANT TO BE LIKE US // s. p. #we've moved #we're OUT

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what if i moved blogs 😳

#• i. ❛ - ELITIST BITCH // ooc. #i want to redo my tags and everything and start Fresh and Clean

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taking veronica out of her original canon and developing her around a completely different set of circumstances has helped me figure out a lot about her and it’s so interesting to see the way she interacts with people she genuinely likes and how she changes in that different of a context

#• i. ❛ - ELITIST BITCH // ooc. #veronica is always veronica but just? the difference in how lively she is #like i don't know! #sorry! st verse is main verse now! i do not care #that's what people seem 2 be following for anyway slkdfjasd #we're a couple weeks off of my five year anniversary on vero and i'm just vv grateful that i'm still able to write her and develop her and #have this much fun on a blog

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samuel  and  i  saw  the  tremor.   the  inside  shakeoff  of  her  heart.  she  was  getting  so  good  the  cracks  and  fissures  were  smaller  and  smaller.   soon,  like  a  sleight - of - hand  trick  perfected,  no  one  would  see  her  do  it.     she  could  shut  out  the  whole  world,  including  herself.       ❝     i’m fine,    ❞     she  said.  she  would  not  break.  i  watched  her,  felt  the  lines  she  repeated   over  &  over   again  in  her  head  :     fine    ——     all    of    it    is    fine.      ©.

#• i. ❛ - A USEFUL MOTIVATING FORCE // p. #pretty : ') #i love sam sm

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DEAR DIARY,

❛        can   you   just   like       –––––––       pretend    you   didn’t   see   that     ?   ?         ❜        a    solid   effort         (    though   one   not   likely   to   work    )         words   followed   by   a   lopsided   grin   and   a   chuckle   that   all   but   pleads   for   her   to   simply   go   along   with   it.    /     @bleuebird

-` ─ !   (             ❛❛  SURE,  i  could  ---  ❜❜             girl  sizes  him  up    :    a    mockingly    demure    tone    takes    to    curling    lips,    her    good    mood    seizing    up    good    nature    &    flaring    out    the    appealing    option    of    light  -  hearted    taunting.             ❛❛  but    i’m    not    sure    if    i    feel    like  it.  you’re  getting  way  more  out  of  all  that  effort  than  i  am.  right  ?  ❜❜

#iv. ❛ - A SENSE OF TIMING IS THE MARK OF GENIUS // undecided. #propheics

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DEAR DIARY,

boney elbow slams into your side, like a knife sliding into a fresh brick of butter. it’s a battle wound that you’d easily heal from - perhaps suffer the smallest of bruises but you’d make a production out of it nonetheless.    could you possibly be richie tozier if you didn’t do such a thing?    “ MAYDAY! MAYDAY! i’ve been struck! call in reinforcement, we’ve got a man down! ”     voice rose in volume, limbs flail as you settle on dramatically laying across both of them. 

     “ christ! you could have broke my ribs. watch the merchandise, mikey boy. ”

-` ─ !   (              ❛❛  keep  the  merchandise  off  me  ---  ❜❜             the    flurry    of    limbs    is    more    weaponry    than    was    likely    intended    by    gaudily  -  printed    jokester    draping    himself    across    distanced    laps.    it    takes    little    strength    to    topple    him    to    floor    &    even    less    for    girl    to    seize    the    opportunity    to    perch    self    rightfully    beside    her    blue    beau.    veronica    ribbons    thin    arms    around    michael’s    nearest,    pressing    her    vexation    rouged    cheek    to    his    shoulder    /    she    pouts    down    to    fallen    foe,                  ❛❛  YOU’RE  WORSE  THAN  JFK.  ❜❜

#iv. ❛ - NO UNPRAISED DEEDS LESS VALIANT // 07. #boymare #onlyvirgins

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Violet Baudelaire was the eldest Baudelaire child. She was 14 years old, right-handed, had a real knack for inventing and building unusual devices. When Violet Baudelaire tied her hair up like that, it was a sure sign that the pulleys, levers and gears of her inventing mind were working at top speed.

#• ii. ❛ - WALKING BRUISE // fc. #the energy #the Content

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DEAR DIARY,

max    looks    around    the    space    in    feigned    confusion    ,        ❛                     hey    ,        do    you    ––––        do    you    hear    something    ?                     ❜        there’s    a    pause    before    she    speaks    again    ,        trying    her    best    not    to    smile    .        ❛                     it’s    like    an    annoying    sound    that    makes    me    wanna    punch    something    ,        you    know    ?                     ❜

-` ─ !   (             ❛❛  DON’T  WASTE  YOUR  STRENGTH.  ❜❜                veronica    nudges    zoomer    spryly,    mock    warning    tinting    her    smile    an    amused    wary.    lithe   arm    knots   ‘round    maxine’s    before    she    speaks    again,                ❛❛  it’s  totally  sexist.    so    what    ?    it’s    not    like    you    want    to    spend    two    hours    looking    at    tops    over    at    the    limited,    anyway.  ❜❜

#iv. ❛ - NO UNPRAISED DEEDS LESS VALIANT // 07. #monstears #boymare

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DEAR DIARY,

“         yy - you   can’t     b - back   out     on   our   dd - deal   when   y - you   become   some   big   hh - hit     ––––     you    know   th - that   ,    right   ?       a    deal’s   a    dd - deal .         ”     /     @bleuebird

-` ─ !   (             ❛❛  WHERE’S  YOUR  FAITH,  JESSE  JAMES  ?    i    could    say    the    same    to   you.  ❜❜

                         ❛❛  let’s    add    another    clause    ...    if    either    of    us    forgets    or    tries    to    back    out,    it    jumps    up    to    fifty  -  fifty.  ❜❜ 

#iv. ❛ - A SENSE OF TIMING IS THE MARK OF GENIUS // undecided. #fisthrust #they're so cute >: (

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Anne Carson, The Glass Essay (1995)

#iii. ❛ - I NEVER ASSUMED SHE DID // & ds.

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@monstears said: ‘ i’m always here for you. ’

-` ─ !   (              ❛❛  I  KNOW.  ❜❜            guilt    sinks    as    irritation    rises    ---    everything    in    her    aches    to    click    phone    back    into    its    cradle   &    call    it    a    night.  SHE  DOES  NOT,    she    settles    forehead    on    the    cool    smoothness    of    bedroom    wall,    flutters    eyes    closed.    frustration    constructed    a    home    in    her.    a    perpetual    state    of    ill  -  fitting    interpretations.              ❛❛  it’s  not  that.    i    know    you’re    here    for    me    &    all    but    ...  ❜❜              small    vessel    of    self    sinks    into    mattress,    disturbing    feline    resident    &    displacing    neat    bedding    in    its    wake.              ❛❛  can    we    talk    about    something    else    now    ?    i’m  about  to  od  on  self  pity,  here.  ❜❜

#iv. ❛ - NO UNPRAISED DEEDS LESS VALIANT // 07. #answered #monstears

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DEAR DIARY·,

“    less     ,     huh    ?     ”     reflect     on     those     words     ,     lungs     expanding     with     cigarette     smoke     .      there’s     something     like     shame     lingering     in      the     following     confession    .      “     i     hope     i’m     nothing     like     my     parents     when     i     grow     up     ..     does     that     sound     awful    ?     ”   

-` ─ !   (             ❛❛  i  don’t  think  anybody  wants  to  end  up  like  their  parents.  ❜❜            laces    of    smoke    trail    around    them,    mirroring    her    listless     thoughts    ---    the    sawyers,    idle,    sit    at    the    forefront    of    spry    mind    :    their    mild    gazes,    their  nauseating  comfort.    veronica    liberates    a    sigh,    leaning    into    beverly    &    resting    the    round    of    her    cheek    against    faded    blouse’s    sleeve.               ❛❛  if  i  ever  end  up  like  mine    ---    PUT  ME  OUT  OF  MY  MISERY.  ❜❜

#iv. ❛ - A SENSE OF TIMING IS THE MARK OF GENIUS // undecided. #bravetoo

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veronica’s physique, wardrobe, & overall personal style aesthetic

i.

veronica could be classified as something of an offbeat, classical beauty. her eyes are a striking columbia blue, noticeably large and heavily frame by thick, long lashes. despite the charm and freshness of her appearance, she is visibly tired. her emotions read obviously in her full, open features. she stands at a whopping 5′4′’, barely weighing over a hundred pounds. her figure is slim, and her way of shrinking in on herself (slouching a bit, crossing her arms, holding herself in) in spite of her tangible presence makes her seem that much more petite.

ii. 

in a somewhat harsh contrast to the paleness of her face, veronica’s hair is a rich, dark brunette. while blunt, fluffy bangs are present from childhood, later teens and on leave her hair cut shoulder length or shorter. usually styled, her natural hair is on the wavier side making the height and curls of the 80s easier to manage. in terms of her brows, think elizabeth taylor volume with an audrey hepburn shape. her make up is very natural given the era. in a nod to french beauty, her eyes are generally subdued. her lashes are curled and lightly coated, her eyeliner is thin, and her eye shadow is exclusively nude and defining in nature. a nude lip gloss is her primary go to, but on special occasions she may reach for a cooler red lip (which also doubles for a faint touch of rouge on cheeks). her nails are of medium length, always neat, always manicured with a french tip.

iii. 

her clothes themselves are leaning on the conservative end: legs are always in nylons/tights/leggings and baggy/oversized clothes are preferred, save events/dates when crop tops and more form fitting wear come to play. Look is canonically described as  chic, but understated  -  her color scheme is less loud and abrasive than  the era lends itself to being, consisting exclusively of cool color tones  ( blues, greys, white, black, and a few shades of purple here and there ). at parties, the loose wear tends to be traded in for more form fitting attire. occasionally, especially in warmer months, crop tops make an appearance, though much of the skin that may show is taken up by high waisted skirts.  pants are few and far between,  almost never denim. overall, very demure, classically feminine, and new england inspired. her shoes consist entirely of dark colors. usually the styles are simple flat, oxfords, or feminine loafers. she is not keen on heels, but can be seen occasionally rocking kittens. to match her classical, comfortable style: veronica is scant to accessorize. her earrings are a bit oversized, often hidden behind hair, and necklaces are a rarity. bracelets might make an occasion, but brooches are more common. nothing is too gawdy and tend to act more as a compliment than a statement.

iv.

veronica’s style is very chic, very feminine, and very her. while her looks are trendy, nothing seems off the rack. her influences are primarily french, but american actresses of the silver era ( audrey hepburn predominantly ) do often play a part in her stylistic choices.

#• i. ❛ - DO YOU DREAM OF MURDER // cs. #sonny and i are talking abt clothes so

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*accidentally stares at crush for 20 mins*

#• ii. ❛ - GLORY & GORE // habits. #veronica core

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@salmns & veronica in a twisting forest that beckons you.

-` ─ !   (             setting    sun    yawns    portentously    through    reaching    &    slanted    branches    /    mingling    shadows,    gaunt    &    taunting,    betray    every    shift    in    position.    somewhere    in    tangled    light,    she    swears    she    sees    a    flash    of    her.    veronica    white    knuckles    handlebars    as    the    sick    in    her    stomach    cements.    DAYDREAMS,  worse  than  nightmares,  were  too  gossamer  to  risk  the  weight  of  reality.    in    that    flash,    she    feels    herself    edged    onto    path    /    whispering    leaves    court    &    tease,    the    blind    hope    of    reunion.                     ❛❛  SUSIE  ?  ❜❜      voice    catches    in    her    chest.    mary    janes    take    to    pedals,    chasing    after    glittering    illusion    between    drifting    leaves.    again    she    swears    she’s    there,    like    a    candle    flicker    in    your    peripherals.    IT’S  MOURNING,    veronica’s    sure.    it’s    heartbreaking    &    stupid,    yet    she    carries    on    into    eager    forest.          ❛❛  susie  !  ❜❜

#iv. ❛ - A SENSE OF TIMING IS THE MARK OF GENIUS // undecided. #answered #salmns