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Posts tagged ‘I don’t know anymore’

Torn

We were worlds apart
Things weren’t supposed to be this way
You desired intimacy
While I yearned for companionship
I was lonely
You saw and manipulated it
With honeyed words
That grasped my heart
In such a way
As to never let go
To be my only one
The only one that mattered
Sentiment…

You keep making me feel this way
I was never meant to fall in love with you
You don’t want commitment
You never did
I did
I do
And I’ll end up broken
Shattered
And in tears
It’s inevitable

The way my heart jumps
And leaps into your arms
When I see the words you write to me
I live each moment waiting for you
My brain fighting against my heart
Logic should win
It wasn’t supposed to be this way

What’s wrong with me?
It’s always me
Illogical
Emotional
Going against my reason
Letting you take my breath away
Letting myself enjoy it
Savour it
Want it
Even when I knew better
I fell in love with you

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Character Sketch: Eleanora Shelley

Prompt: Create a Character Sketch

Official Title: Lady Eleanora Shelley

Nick names: Ellie, Nora

Age: 17

Birthday: August 14, 1822

Height: 150 cm (~4’9″)

Weight: 45kg (~99lb)

Nationality: English 

History:
Parents: Mary and Percy Shelley

Appearance:
Dark Brown Hair and Eyes
Favours dark coloured clothing
Conservative with jewelry, though is partial to earrings
Pale/Fair complexion
Suffers from a laudanum addiction

Sleeping pattern:
Enjoys spending nights out at parties, local dinners, charity events, etc. anything to showcase herself
Sleeps in late
Like a dandy should be

Mannerism/Personality/Speech:
Highly irritable high pitched voice
Twitchy at times
Appears to be highly anxious at others
Usually really preppy cheerful
Fickle

Occupation:
Socialite

Skills:
None, really

Residence/Dorm number/Address:
London, England

Hobbies:
Playing Piano

Status in a Relationship:
Single

Crush:
Anyone who’s got money and a manor

Types of Friends:
Based on what they can contribute to her reputation
Not competition for the affections of any eligible bachelor
Willing to listen to her gossip (AKA should not try to speak except to prompt her further)

Favourite Colour:
Whatever’s in season/fashion

Phobias:
Losing her status
Damaged reputation

Dreams and/or hopes for the future:
Marry rich
Have lots of kids
Never have to work

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