  jessicaev3r is also known as belle or carmine evangelic. she does not conform to starbucks' mass corporation of zombiefied coffee drinkers, but prefers the hot chocolates and cappucinos of costa coffee. currently studying psychology, she hopes to bring forth a zeitgeist (as she has been told she is more than capable) and hopes to help people and change the human way. nothing is better than Nietzsche and pie. she likes writing randomly and sometimes creatively, and has more passion than most. it has been said that, "true love is not loving a perfect person, perfectly. it's loving an imperfect person, perfectly" and she believes in this quote fervently. p.s. i'm a little bird of prey. view recent entries / profile / friends / archive / rss / Aeonity Blog |
| running up that hill. |
May 29th, 2012 9:44:42 am - Subscribe |
| Lisbeth Mortonherst ran up to the top of Barinbeck hill at a fast paced sprint. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hands soiled in the dirt she had used as leverage to run as fast as she possibly could up the hill. Always running, she was unsure about the last time she had stopped to hydrate and catch a quick breath. Danger was closing in and there was nothing else she could do but run. Flee in whichever direction the wolves howled at night, far far away from the city lights and all the night time commotion of drunk people spilling onto the streets and the dark ignorance of what goes on behind private doors. Lisbeth was a pale girl of eighteen, with a fierce strength and a sense of a adventure. Her eyes were piercing green, the sort of green that is almost neon; a wild child, they called her as she grew. She was symmetrically perfect in every way, with teeth that sparkled shining white. Her hair was thick with ample layers, her style was punk rock jet black. If you glanced at her without truly noticing, you may have thought she was the Devil's child or someone with a FTW attitude, though this was only her outer mask. She wasn't goth, emo or sXe though. She did her own thing, free from the labels and self-fulfilling prophecies that society tried to burden her and all of her peers with. She was described by the people she touched as a unique wildfire that burned everyone that did her wrong. |
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| this life's a beast of a burden |
Sep 8th, 2011 2:39:21 pm - Subscribe |
| longing to write, but i don't know what to write about. all i'm imagining is quite dark, quite mysterious and secretive. writing takes energy though, and i don't have much energy to expend. the days are getting shorter, it's darker, the death of life has come round again. it's weird to think it's been a year. because it doesn't feel better but it's not a lot worse. all i can think about is f+tm's tune about virginia woolf, and her pocketful of stones. the water, always. i need to go back to the sea. also, i was considering getting light therapy or just, idk, getting one of those intensive light things off amazon. my neck is itchy. it's weird. anyway. since i am no longer writing good things, i'm gone. oh, my love don't forsake me, take what the water gave me. |
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i am: mysterious |
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| i told you to be patient, and i told you to be kind |
May 8th, 2011 3:28:05 pm - Subscribe |
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i am: hot hot heat |
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| I hope to god |
Jan 13th, 2010 3:05:06 am - Subscribe |
| That things will improve. That's all I can express right now. Ciao. | |
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| A new beginning |
Dec 8th, 2009 12:49:33 pm - Subscribe |
| It is amazing being lifted and moving to London and finally having my family's support. In the past two months, life has changed so much in a good way for me and i'm so much happier. I understand a lot more, and I have been given a special insight into some things too which is something to always remember. Everything's cool, living by the river, hopefully having a full house at christmas and everything :D | |
i am: ecstatic and excited, changed and at peace |
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