imogen and noah
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thank you for your support esp. in my last post! ♥
christoph is nothing but a distant memory, a memory far far away hidden in a box filled with black tissue paper never to be unwrapped. i am surrounding myself with friends and tons of books and silly newspaper entertainment magazines. i don't care if i'm silly or stupid or ugly, i am not going to change for anybody because i can't.
if i am to change, it'd be on my terms and not over somebody because they felt i should to conform to their idealised image of the perfect girl.
i have one apology to make, i am dearly sorry for not following your journals for a little while but i will try to catch up over this coming week!
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there was once a girl called imogen who was not very bright, not very loud and very very plain. she loved the colour white and never wore big bonnets or big bright red bows, just a headband will do was what she'd often say when her mother would do her hair. she was never very enthusiastic about many things, most of the time she read and read a little bit more. mainly old newspapers or books she found in bargain bins. she always wore clothes from the thrift stores and could never quite justify spending too much of her scanty pocket money on big big bottles of perfume that could not fit into her small little hand. too much perfume always made her sneeze. she had friends, not too many that she couldn't count on her fingers five times over and not too little that she could count on one hand.
there was once a boy called noah who was very bright, very vivacious and very very charming. he loved the colour black and always had his hair long. he was tall enough to play basketball but preferred football. he secretly loved ballet and wrote sonnets about girls in tutus. he wasn't much of a creative soul but wrote haiku poems and loved to decorate his room with paper stars. his backpack was covered in patches and badges of bands, while his guitar glittered in black. he never read unless he had to and shared little or nothing with imogen.
imogen always felt shy and nervous while noah was confident and sure of his place in the world. he loved winter while she adored summer. he hated novels and despised the entertainment sections of newspapers while imogen pored through film reviews and celebrity interviews. imogen loved picnics while noah preferred home-made three course dinners. she hated his music and she hated his sonnets because they were never about her but she loved his haiku poems and she loved the way he'd tuck her long hair behind her ear when he wanted to speak to her or when he'd hold her hand. imogen was the cutest girl noah had ever known, he liked the way she blushed when she spoke to him about her heart, or the way she giggled at his jokes or the way she'd hug him when he felt sad.
christoph made me believe that two people who were different could not be together.
do people have to be clones to be together?
thank you for your support esp. in my last post! ♥
christoph is nothing but a distant memory, a memory far far away hidden in a box filled with black tissue paper never to be unwrapped. i am surrounding myself with friends and tons of books and silly newspaper entertainment magazines. i don't care if i'm silly or stupid or ugly, i am not going to change for anybody because i can't.
if i am to change, it'd be on my terms and not over somebody because they felt i should to conform to their idealised image of the perfect girl.
i have one apology to make, i am dearly sorry for not following your journals for a little while but i will try to catch up over this coming week!
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there was once a girl called imogen who was not very bright, not very loud and very very plain. she loved the colour white and never wore big bonnets or big bright red bows, just a headband will do was what she'd often say when her mother would do her hair. she was never very enthusiastic about many things, most of the time she read and read a little bit more. mainly old newspapers or books she found in bargain bins. she always wore clothes from the thrift stores and could never quite justify spending too much of her scanty pocket money on big big bottles of perfume that could not fit into her small little hand. too much perfume always made her sneeze. she had friends, not too many that she couldn't count on her fingers five times over and not too little that she could count on one hand.
there was once a boy called noah who was very bright, very vivacious and very very charming. he loved the colour black and always had his hair long. he was tall enough to play basketball but preferred football. he secretly loved ballet and wrote sonnets about girls in tutus. he wasn't much of a creative soul but wrote haiku poems and loved to decorate his room with paper stars. his backpack was covered in patches and badges of bands, while his guitar glittered in black. he never read unless he had to and shared little or nothing with imogen.
imogen always felt shy and nervous while noah was confident and sure of his place in the world. he loved winter while she adored summer. he hated novels and despised the entertainment sections of newspapers while imogen pored through film reviews and celebrity interviews. imogen loved picnics while noah preferred home-made three course dinners. she hated his music and she hated his sonnets because they were never about her but she loved his haiku poems and she loved the way he'd tuck her long hair behind her ear when he wanted to speak to her or when he'd hold her hand. imogen was the cutest girl noah had ever known, he liked the way she blushed when she spoke to him about her heart, or the way she giggled at his jokes or the way she'd hug him when he felt sad.
christoph made me believe that two people who were different could not be together.
do people have to be clones to be together?