Feb 23, 2014
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Sara: Could I ask a small favor? To make up for the fact you plan on killing me over food.
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text Rebel
Sara: Could I ask a small favor? To make up for the fact you plan on killing me over food.
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Hurricane drunk || Sara & Rebel
Maybe someone ought to invent an invisible cocoon bed someday. One where you could throw yourself onto and just disappear for a few moments... or forever. After the horrible day she just had, Sara felt it would have been a perfectly acceptable prospect. She'd argue with anyone who proclaimed that getting ready for big events made you feel like a princess, because at the moment she'd be lucky if she even felt like a dishcloth discarded by said princess. Nothing was better on your moral than a choruses of 'this would need to be adjusted' and 'your hips are too narrow for that. And too wide for that' and 'you're too pale for that color'.Â
And when she wasn't busy thinking about the disastrous fitting, Sara's brain went straight to another subject she really wasn't that incline to relive either. She felt like going straight to the ice cream tub and The Notebook and just weep until there was just no more water in her to keep going at it... but there she'd have no chances at all to fit into the stupid dresses. She really couldn't win there.Â
Drinking her problems away seemed a bit hypocritical right now but it was the only option she could think of. She just really needed to get everything off her chest right now and for once, music wasn't helping. She had tried, but came up with something along the lines of "I should end it all/I just need a push and fall" which was somehow very disturbing, coming from her own brain. She really needed those drinks. Now. The taxi couldn't have gone any slower, but it finally stopped in front of the place. The brunette didn't even take the time to change out of her torn jeans  and hoodie when she left the hotel. She jogged up to the porch and rang once, trying to pry some life back into her tired face.
Favorite book?
The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey right now, but you know that could change tomorrow.
15, 21, 25
15. What's your middle name?
Ellen =)
21. Is there a song that always makes you laugh, if so what is it?
Mh there are a couple... I'd say Walk like an Egyptian.
25. Which superpower would you like to have?
Teleportation, just snip my fingers and be anywhere....