pixie ruined | d5 | cbd3
Dec 31, 2014 10:28:00 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Dec 31, 2014 10:28:00 GMT -5
PIXIE RUINED | DISTRICT FIVE | SEVENTEEN | ODAIR
Your surname is very appropriate for your life.
Ruined, broken, alone, scarred; all these words
describe you perfectly. The blood that runs through
your veins is stained with the harsh memories. No
matter what you do, you can't escape.
Blinded by the smog, you struggle to open your
eyes wide enough to see the world how you should.
It's all one mystery, life. It intrigues you though,
but you're too afraid to question it because you
know you'll be proved wrong.
Striving for perfection, you hope that one day you'll
look in the mirror and see the thing you hope for
the most: happiness. Your smile has been lost for
too long, but no matter how hard you look, you
can't seem to find it.
Thank heavens your mother looks after your siblings.
The thought oftaking care of someone else hurts you. It's difficult
enough to take care of yourself, let alone someone else.
But you like to look after the animals you find. They listen
and listen until your voice runs dry.
All you want is to be listened, but you're too scared to.
You think you'll be shouted at, disagreed with and shown
what you should think. You value the thoughts of others,
but value your own more. Sometimes it can lead you into
a web of upset and make you think your imagination is
alive. You'd need to pinch yourself to prove it's not.
You are normal height for your age, but slightly underweight.
You eat normally in hopes this changes, but it doesn't. You'll
probably stay this frail and weak girl forever, but in your world
of change and impermanence, you secretly think it will - without
very little of your own input.
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Ruined, broken, alone, scarred; all these words
describe you perfectly. The blood that runs through
your veins is stained with the harsh memories. No
matter what you do, you can't escape.
Blinded by the smog, you struggle to open your
eyes wide enough to see the world how you should.
It's all one mystery, life. It intrigues you though,
but you're too afraid to question it because you
know you'll be proved wrong.
Striving for perfection, you hope that one day you'll
look in the mirror and see the thing you hope for
the most: happiness. Your smile has been lost for
too long, but no matter how hard you look, you
can't seem to find it.
Thank heavens your mother looks after your siblings.
The thought oftaking care of someone else hurts you. It's difficult
enough to take care of yourself, let alone someone else.
But you like to look after the animals you find. They listen
and listen until your voice runs dry.
All you want is to be listened, but you're too scared to.
You think you'll be shouted at, disagreed with and shown
what you should think. You value the thoughts of others,
but value your own more. Sometimes it can lead you into
a web of upset and make you think your imagination is
alive. You'd need to pinch yourself to prove it's not.
You are normal height for your age, but slightly underweight.
You eat normally in hopes this changes, but it doesn't. You'll
probably stay this frail and weak girl forever, but in your world
of change and impermanence, you secretly think it will - without
very little of your own input.