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Hi, stranger. My name is Phoebe. I am 13 and pisces. I am from England
and I blow out my candles on March 13th. I am a lover of primroses,
the seaside and cookie dough.
summer//long hugs//hot chocolate//fresh air//pretty eyes//witty profiles//
attack on titan//deathnote//dreams//that one boy//poems//gaming//
minecraft//oblivion//reading//hope//music//simple plan// linkin
park//taylor swift//megan and liz//disney//
blogging//true love//wifi//food//
depressed but still here//
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Seriously I wanna go to the beach rn.
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You Belong With Me
You're eating dinner with
your girlfriend
She's upset
Because you ordered the wrong chocolate
She'll never have appetite like I
do
I'm in my room its a typical
Friday night
I'm eating the kind of food that she doesn't like.
She'll never eat lasagna like we
do
She wears short skirts
I eat pizza
she's cheer captain and I'm still eating pizza
Dreaming bout the day when we wake up and find that what
you're looking for has been here the whole
time
If you could see that I'm
the one who understands food
Been here all along so why can't you seeeee
You belong with meee you belong with
me
Walking into sainsburys with you
and your worn out jeans
Can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing in the cake aisle thinking to myself hey isn't
this easy
And you've got a cabbage that could light up this whole
town
I haven't seen one in a while since she brought you
down
You say you're full I know you're hungrier than
that
Hey what you doing why don't you go eat
that
She wears high heels
I eat pizza
She's cheer captain and I'm still eating pizza
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find that what
you're looking for has been here the whole
time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands food been here all along so why can't you seeeee you belong with meee you belong with me
Buying some food for later + I seperated from her
to get some chicken, where this sweet old couple
are. And they ask me to read the best before date
on some sauce because they couldn't. Afterwards,
even though it was such a small thing to do, I ended
up feeling really good about myself. Because that's
the thing, random acts of kindness help the world
go round (:
Chapter Two.
Aerona was just another ordinary, shy, typical teenage girl who was dying inside. She kept a sharp, ruthless blade in a velvet-lined box underneath her bed, hidden from the unsuspecting world. When she had come home from a long day at the hell hole also known as school; she’d shut herself in a mind of her own, away from everyone else, where things went right for once.
Our story starts on a chilly winter night, Christmas Eve, when the family are all in bed, sleeping in a land of happiness and light, yet Aerona is still awake, stilling staring at the patch of ceiling above of her.
She tosses and she turns, she counts a hundred sheep. Losing hope of ever getting rest, Aerona leaps out of bed and crawls silently over to the window.
Outside are layers of miniscule fragments of snow, shining like a polished gem, under the perfectly crescent moon. Surrounding it are randomly scattered stars, seemingly smiling at her, or watching over her.
Aerona’s mother used to tell her that every shooting star is another soul flying to heaven, and that when you see a star in the sky…it is now a guardian angel.
But she doesn’t believe in that fairytale, girly nonsense anymore. Aerona grew up and realised the world is a real place- not a princess letting own her hair, waiting in the tower with a spark of hope that her prince will come. Absolute nonsense.
Her clock flashes with the numbers 03:17am. Sighing, Aerona crawls back into bed, under the soft, feathery duvet and rests her head on the pillow of dreams.
She wakes up several times that night- to the same recurring dream…
***
“I heard Aerona killed herself today” A tall, dark-haired teenager laughs.
“Loser! She’s so attention-seeking!” Another teenager chuckles. This one had fair hair and looked a year younger or so.
“Oh my gosh! I get no attention around here! I’m gonna jump outta the window!” The tall one says in a mocking, high-pitched tone.
The whole basketball team laugh.
“Good one, Ronan!” The coach shouts as a quiet, tall,, 14-year-old scores a basket. “What are you two doing on the side, Elliot, Ray? Get on court! NOW!” He points at Elliot and Ray.
The dark-haired one, Ray, smirks.
“Ray, you better wipe that look of your face now!” The coach shouts and Ray obeys, and walks over onto court, Elliot closely following behind.
***
Each time it ended, Aerona woke up sweating and panting. Sweat and tears merged on her cheeks, racing down, down, down, until they fall onto the now damp mattress. Her unsteady, rapid breathing pattern started to slow down eventually, and she looked up at the ceiling like she was searching for hope.
Hope; what a strange word! Many people do not know what hope means- and everybody has their own definition. I believe hope is a miniscule spark of electricity buried deep down, beneath the negativity and loss and sorrow and ruins…and when you find it underneath all of those melancholy memories…you have the power to do anything. You could grow and grow and grow in knowledge and positivity, banishing the bad from all good (it doesn’t mean it isn’t there, but it separates the two, not letting one ruin the other). Despite all the odds when you find that spark… you don’t notice the sorrow as much anymore. Hope numbs the pain; and doesn’t let anything get in the way of freedom and fortune.
But Aerona doesn’t find it. At all.
"And you'll wake up all alone on the floor" -Alive, Gabrielle Aplin
Me: Am I tanned yet?