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i actually have a really good fashion sense, i just have no money
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edie’s fate
got really excited about this prompt and did it real quick thanks for even reading it LOL.
harper stumbled through the hedges of the garden graveyard, cursing herself under her breath for not packing extra batteries for the flashlight she kept in her backpack. edie followed confidently behind her, picking up her heels from the ground, striding, catwalk/runway like through the tangles of greenery and plants in what was essentially a catacomb maze. it was funny- while edie was dressed like she had just arrived at an old hollywood movie premiere, and harper was dressed like an everyday, struggling college student, edie was the one who was much more stealthy and sure of herself walking through this complicated piece of land in the dead of night. she was wearing heels for god’s sake. bless her soul, harper thought to herself.
harper hissed when a thorn from a wilting rose bush cut her exposed ankle, meanwhile edie brushed right past her, rolling her eyes and shoving past harper with a dramatized scoff.
“you should really keep up, you know.”
it was nine o’ clock, not quite late but it was a friday night in october, the fall leaves just beginning to drift away into bare, gaunt winter trees as november creeped around the corner. thus, it was pitch black outside, and the only light they were provided was the eerie, dimly lit lanterns hanging from crooked tree branches. the road was far behind them, it was like all civilization had passed by. there was an old house which the graveyard surrounded, but it was empty, and, well- old. there was nothing at all comforting about the setting (except for maybe the cute cherub sculptures, but even those became creepy after a while) and harper didn’t appreciate being scolded when she felt like she was in a vintage horror film.
“what are you even looking for? it’s not like there’s much to see, it’s a graveyard for goodness sake. and it’s too dark out here, i told you i don’t have batteries for my flashlight.” harper shot back, still following edie on treading feet.
“there,” edie pointed in front of her, her body extremely poised for someone whose life was in the danger she had just pointed out.
harper squinted to see, urging her head forward. out of the corner of her eye, edie looked particularly pale and her bags were suddenly very heavy under her eyes, all the color seemed to have drained out of her face.
when she saw it, her jaw dropped, and she let out a very melodramatic, badly timed gasp. it was a typical gravestone, alright. only, the inscription said edie’s full name and had a message for edie, who was standing next to harper. it had her birthdate and a dash next to it, but it didn’t specify when she would or had died. it was ironic- harper had always felt like she was dead, and edie was thriving with life, vivacious and outshining, outliving harper in every way.
“edie!” harper exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief. “that’s you!”
no one replied. harper, accepting her defeat already, and knowing this would be the result of their expedition, turned around. no one was there.
- written by zuzu adi *10.05.18*
don’t wanna end up like edie? don’t steal this <3
Thin ppl can wear literally whatever the fuck they want and call it fashion and if fat people don’t put 110% into their appearance they get called lazy
how to feel like an angel during the holidays ::
• wear vanilla behind your ears and on your wrists
• light candles in the morning and let them burn throughout the day (don’t forget to blow them out if you leave or go to sleep!!)
• let yourself indulge in treats such as candy canes, marshmallows, and gingerbread
• take your time to brush through your hair
• play instrumentals from ballets such as the nutcracker or sleeping beauty
• apply lotion every night before you sleep
• watch the morning sunrise
• wear the softest clothing you have to keep warm
remember the softest days. remember the songs humming on the radio while you were with your best friends. remember the compliments about your pretty eyes, the times you laughed while crying and the most loving hugs. remember the dogs that ran up to see you, the color of people’s eyes in the sunlight, the way you felt when you watched your favorite film for the first time. remember your best achievements and the way you grew from your saddest evenings. your life is much more beautiful than you perceived when you remember all of the good things.
can my life be a dreamy french movie with roses and moonlight and vintage perfume and art im tired
