Donna R. Paulsen

Donna Roberta Paulsen

"Some cultures call me God."

Suits Independent RP ♕ Canon Divergent

money isn't always what it seems.

i love you, i'm trying.

it's more fun to be unaware.

one false move, you're a kennedy.

my ego follows me wherever i go.

aren't you fed up yet?

it isn't that much, but it's a good start.

i spent my last dollar on a motherfucking cab.

they lie about some greater good.

the drugs don't work anymore.

there's a cold wind blowing... i'm just warning & preparing you.

i've got a secret i need you to keep.

my heart keeps fucking up the motherfucking plan.

nobody really cared, so it never really mattered.

i wanna feel something, 'cause all that i got is nothing.

get down on the ground, don't even make a sound.

tell me what you're trying to hide.

i was try'na feel like a rockstar.

now presenting: a horror story or a happy ending.

i'm still trying to find my identity.

you don't have to hurt anymore, didn't you hear? the war's over.

i thought it would all be great when i got older.

how do you get in the mind-state to kill?

try to wash my hands, i'm never gonna get them clean.

i was living in the moment, searching for a little serotonin.

do you have enough love in your heart to get your hands dirty?

i became a version of myself i don't like.

you have been forewarned.

we are not alone ... can you keep a secret?

i just wanna fuck my hand up through the wall.

i trust my feelings & then i still get burned.

do you love your neighbor? is it in your nature?

i've been living on the run, now.

you don't wanna get that much closer.

guess that i'm stuck with this shit.

we might not make it 'til the morning.

they made up a reason behind closed doors.

is this what you wanted?

i'm just trying to get used to these changes.

i've got nothing to say.

if i speak too loud, then my voice might crack.

don't know how i'm gonna take much more.

how the hell is everybody on autopilot? they make it look so easy.

everybody knows somebody with something to hide.

look at how we've all grown up fast.

i never get to sleep at night.

i just wanna be optimistic.

beg me for forgiveness.

i never thought it'd come to this.

this isn't as fun as they claimed it'd be.

i got my bags packed & i'm ready to go.

i'm done playing games, so i'm going down in flames.

we made this bed, i guess that we lie in it.

everything's exhausting.

i'm pathetic, i know.

we both know i'm lying.

what's the point in fighting for a happy ever after?

self-sabotage is the only way to find clarity.

tell me, what's your life worth?

is there anybody out there that's paying attention?

i'll be back with the setting sun.

don't even hiccup, or i'm emptying a round.

it never really mattered, so it never really happened.

i gotta get out of this town somehow.

it's too late for me, i should've learned earlier.

just color in the lines, & you'll get it like they promised.

maybe someday all this will make sense.

if i could switch on a count of three, i would do it. but i'm stuck here with me.

took the shit to numb the pain, but it came with side effects.

step one, gotta find a way to get the fuck out of bed.

the bad's been slowly getting worse.

the people aren't happy.

i'm homesick, & i miss my mama.

i was getting high in the bathroom.

i'm watching everybody i grew up with move on.

how many last chances will i get?

shout into the void, & the void shouts back.

tried medication & therapy, it only seems to help temporarily.

i wish there was someone else i could be.

i think it's time for a change.

i'm sick of being underrated.

idle hands are the devil's best friend.

thinking about it, i get whiplash.

tell me, what's the point in living in a world so unforgiving?

i never meant to hurt nobody.

i'm sick of this pretend alternative.

if i had only one call, would you pick up?

what's a dead end to a dead man walking?

every day, every night, i would trade it in a heartbeat.

look me in my eyes, tell me everything's not fine.

everybody's fake & they won't quit talking.

i know i should face it, but i'm running.

i'm isolated & overstimulated at the same time.

i need a savior, but if not me, who?

the hole in my soul keeps wracking up debt.

my life's falling apart, but i love it.

maybe just ignore it, it'll go away.

i'm done playing games.

the day the youth might listen is the day the youth grows old.

speak now or hold your breath.

on the day that i lie still, i'll still have taxes & i'll still have bills.

tell me one damn thing i don't already know.

nobody from back in the day can get ahold of me now.

what's the point of living without you?

i don't like who i'm becoming.

beg me for mercy, admit you were toxic.

how much can i ask for before you walk out that door?

these thrills feel hollow. i'm so obsessed with success.

i think about it, & i get whiplash.

better step back from that open door.

i want it so bad, it takes all control of me.

i made a best friend out of the skeleton in the closet.

i don't know how to heal myself. shit, i don't even know if i'm still myself.

when you're gone i'm back to blue.

i don't know why i'm running away.

will this ever be enough?

the shot was loud & the flash so bright.

i just wanna be a rockstar with a million people following.

i always end up back up at the start.

give me a reason to believe you.

give me one reason i shouldn't go & end your life.

guess i gotta die to get my celebration.

i couldn't do nothing, i never saw it coming.

SCENARIOS / ACTIONS.

in a sudden outburst of anger, sender draws a weapon on receiver.

sender & receiver, strapped for cash, decide to commit a robbery.

during a struggle over a weapon, one muse is gravely injured.

our muses have an emotional fight stemming from jealousy.

sender shows up at receiver's house unannounced, looking haggard.

our muses slip away from a gathering to smoke a joint.

sender approaches a bedrotting receiver, begging them to get up.

sender comes back to enact revenge upon receiver.

our muses speed down the highway with flashing lights in the rearview mirror.

sender finds receiver dangerously wasted at a party.

sender is discovered by receiver in a state of extreme agitation.

sender intends to assassinate receiver, & enacts their plan.

receiver finds sender sitting at a rainy bus stop, alone.

“i  am  going  to  defeat  you  with  the  power  of  friendship!” 

“goodnight  moon,  goodnight  tree.  goodnight  ghosts  only  i  can  see.”

“you  think  i  really  give  a  fuck?  i  can’t  even  read!” 

“you  wanna  see  how  hardcore  i  am?”   *punches  wall*  “…  take  me  to  the  hospital?” 

“if  you  can’t  beat  them,  dress  better  than  them.” 

“i’ve  come  to  a  point  in  my  life  where  i  need  a  stronger  word  than  fuck.” 

“i  identify  as  a  fucking  threat.” 

“so  apparently  the  ‘bad  vibes’  i’ve  been  feeling  are  actually  severe  psychological  distress.” 

“i  was  born  for  politics.  i  have  great  hair  and  i  love  lying.” 

“all  these  ghosts  and  i  still  can’t  find  a  boo. “

“fool  me  once,  i’m  gonna  kill  you.” 

“with  great  power  comes  a  great  need  to  take  a  nap.  wake  me  up  later.” 

“ha!  nice  try,  jackass.  next  time  give  it  your  a  game.” 

“you  seem  familar.  have  i  threatened  you  before?”  

“you’ll  have  a  hard  time  believing  this  because  it  never  happens.  but  i  made  a  mistake.” 

“some  of  you  may  die.  but  that’s  a  sacrifice  i’m  willing  to  make.” 

“you  can  de-escalate  any  situation  by  saying  ‘are  we  about  to  kiss?’” 

“oh  no…  (muse  name)  in  b -  flat.  you’re  disappointed.” 

“my  face  is  on  fire!” 

“i  became  more  evil  if  you’re  curious.” 

“i  slept  for  almost  twelve  hours.  but  i  might  still  be  tired.  let’s  go  for  twelve  more  just  incase.” 

“are  you  okay  with  constructive  criticism?  i  don’t  want  to  sound  mean.” 

“violence  isn’t  the  answer.  violence  is  the  question.  the  answer  is  yes.” 

“three  words,  say  them  and  i’m  yours.” 

“i  have  a  black  belt.  not  in  karate.  it’s  gucci.” 

“in  light  of  what  you  did  for  me,  you  can  hug  me  for  four  to  five  seconds.” 

“why  did  you  draw  a  pentagram  on  the  floor?” 

“i’m  ten  times  funnier  and  sexier  than  you.” 

“you  have  to  acceot  that  swear  words  are  necessary  sometimes.” 

“it’s  dark  in  here.” 

“i  prevented  a  murder  today,  using  the  power  of  self  control.” 

“is  letting  someone  win  in  chess  sapiosexual  bottoming?” 

“don’t  worry,  i  have  a  few  knives  up  my  sleeve.” 

"We love you Mom. Happy Mother's day from me and Ally." Jayden and ally produced their gifts.

From Jayden, the necklace rested in a pale pink velvet box. She had gone to a local master specialty jeweller months before to have it put into the works. He had finished just a few weeks before and Jay had to hide it from her mother in the back of her walk in closet. She had helped Ally, taking the girl on a weekend trip to give Donna a little personal time. Besides, even if they weren't related by blood Jayden would do anything to see the girl smile. Upto and including Late night RomCom Marathons. SHe had told Ally what she was getting their mother. The next day the pair went out to find a pair of earrings to fit in the theme. It was in a little art studio that the two found the glass rose. Both agreed on the spot that they would not leave without it.

At the end of the day, her daughters would always be the best gifts she could ever ask for. Any material gifts were a plus. Every mother's day she would tell herself she was not going to cry, but every mother's day she did.

Period Drama Appreciation Week 2024

Day 5: Aesthetic