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omg! this is gorgeous as always π tremendous job i love the sheer uniqueness π€
I'd be interested to see you guys' takeaway from this. Comment backstories please!β€οΈ
I'll try! ππ Okay: Carla couldn't take it anymore. Her parents not talking to each other, the mysterious calls her mom kept recieving. The constant feeling of being watched. Running away hadn't been on her To-Do list for that Tuesday. At least not only school had ended. Planning on walking home, Carla put on her earphones. Only to find her mom on the front porch with someone else. Someone besides her dad. At that moment she knew the wound was too deep. She would not take it; not anymore. Walking along the street lines, she knew there was not going back. (ππΈπ)
Lila had been Steph's first love, and she had been perfect. Long lashes framing green eyes, brown hair that spilled over her shoulders. Steph and fallen hard and she had fallen fast, and Lila said that she felt that same. But on a warm summer that began like every other, Lila ran from Steph and her entire left. She left only the bud of a flower on Steph's doorstep. That was all there was to commemorate Steph's first great love.
*life, not left
Are we allowed to make up more than one story? Because this is so freaking inspiring and I can't stop thinking about different scenarios for this. π
love this!!
In case you like this one better: I studied hard to get the job that I have. It still isn't easy. When agent Linden called me to work on this case, I agreed; thinking it would be a 48 hours run away for the girl, Holland. It wasn't. It only got weirder and weirder. When I got to her house, there was a circle of dark ash all around it. There was a note on the door: "A ring of salt will protect you." There was a Have You Seen Her? pister on the floor. But Holland had no family. Who could be looking for her? I put a hand on my forehead and picked the crumpled poster up, then looked around at the massive buildings that rose to the sky. "New York city," I thought, "please go easy on me." (πΉ Love you, Hannah. β€οΈ)
aw np and tysm! βΊοΈ
Thank you! I don't think it makes much sense but I guess that adds to the mystery of it? (sorry for posting it twice, I thought the first one didn't work.) π
beautiful!!!
thank youπi do too i! her talent is astounding!πβ¨ and i was thinking all of my uncommon questions, maybe some of my other writing, as well as some random poems or photos i find and like could go there. anything i wouldnt make a mess of my main account withπ if people wanted more they could go there, but it seems many others just like the collages and finding saturn letters. this way everyone might have just more of what they want? possiblyππβ¨π
i will also work on a backstory for this insanely creative piece of artπππ«
ooh I like it a lot
why hello π€π
thank you so much, loveππ»β€οΈ
Hi π€ππΏ I was wondering if you'd be interested in filling out an interview form for my magazine ? Please let me know, no rush πβ¨ X
Here is the interview sheet πππΏ No rush... just fill it out in your own time π€ x
Hi! I clipped a renaissance painting and put a magazine png on top of it ! The background is separate and the roses are pngs too :-)
+ I shifted the color of the magazine png to make it red--originally it was pink
Ur account is so darn inspiring ahhh!! πππππΏ xoxo
and the flower was for her from the one who last saw her