Thanks for the tag @adelaidedrubman to do this uquiz (What Art Would Be Made About You?)
Tagging: @roofgeese @natesofrellis @thomrainer @confidentandgood @strangefable @direwombat @harmonyowl @funkypoacher @strafethesesinners @purplehairsecretlair @clonesupport @perhapsrampancy and anyone else who'd like to give this a go
poetry
you choose your words carefully and your words will be heard. you’re smart as hell. you know it and so does everyone else and you carry yourself with a sort of confidence. you’re a bit of an artist yourself, even if unintentional. you can find beauty in mundanity but you also know when to be a realist. people fall in love with you because you are a confident mystery and they're dying to find out more. you fear that this attraction that people have to you is based purely in curiosity and nothing else.
films
you are wild and there’s no way for your essence to be captured in a frozen format. you are a character and the only way to describe you is to capture you in motion. you are electric. people are naturally drawn to you because you exude confidence. everything you do, you seem to know what your next step is. you are the muse to many, even if you don't know it, but deep down you do. people tend to fall in love with the idea of which i'm sure can be exhausting.
films
you are wild and there’s no way for your essence to be captured in a frozen format. you are a character and the only way to describe you is to capture you in motion. you are electric. people are naturally drawn to you because you exude confidence. everything you do, you seem to know what your next step is. you are the muse to many, even if you don't know it, but deep down you do. people tend to fall in love with the idea of which i'm sure can be exhausting.
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…Maybe just to check on Alpenglow. She did leave quite suddenly.
She goes through the do-
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…She steps back, gets an umbrella just in case, and THEN goes through the door.
Sun appears in the dimly lit, rainy woods, very grateful for the aforementioned umbrella. Instead of it being hostile and suffocating, the forest seems…quiet. Like it’s asleep.
Sun shudders awake. That dream wasn't so bad, nothing really happened...
Something tells you that its not her time to see that yet.
Sun crawls back into her bed, the bottle empty, and waits to fall asleep again.
This time, she dreams peacefully...
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