Me and my soul.

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anthonyarmenta:

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karma-drama:

my life goal is to reblog this every monday

I’m tempted to set this up in my queue every Monday for a year.

See this every Monday, Reblog this every time.  (:

lol his small smirk makes me laugh and really brings out the monday of it all…..

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-Chapter 1-

My story began inLondon, I was a student studying art and I had just moved. I wasn’t used to the city’s bustling activity and busy life; I had always lived in a small country village. It fascinated me in a dangerous way; it also made me wonder about the lives of the people around me. All these strangers walking past each other without even a second glance, each person with a unique story to tell. I always kept my story to my self; I was very much an introvert. Spending my free time engrossed in some book. I wasn’t like all the other girls in my year, with their pretty blonde hair and their love drunk boyfriends draped on their arms like a handbag. I always found them rather intimidating, especially Laura, the way she walk through the corridors full of confidence, no clue as to what reality was really like, living I lie. I envied her for that. My life has always been shadowed by my shyness and social awkwardness, and my seeming inability to even get glance off a boy. I mean, it wasn’t like I was ugly? Was it? I guess it was that lack of attention that really made me give up on the whole idea of boys, relationships in general really. Relationships always ended badly, no good ever came out of them, and they just left broken hearts and damaged lives.

As an art student my life was pretty average, I spent all my time drawing. My sketchbook was my best friend. My mother always asked me what I found fascinating about it; I would tell her it was an escape from reality. You could get lost in your drawings, create your own little world then create it on paper. Every colour of your mind all represented on one single peace of paper. It was amazing. Art was always going to be my future, my life. It saved me from some of my darkest times. This compelled me to study art in my hopes of becoming an artist and to see my life, my creations, in a gallery for people to marvel at and to let them into my mind.

Me and my soul.

Prologue.

I was always an unusual girl, never really right. I had my strange ways but I liked it that way. I didn’t follow the rules, It gave me sense of freedom in this unforgiving world.

-Chapter 1-

My story began inLondon, I was a student studying art and I had just moved. I wasn’t used to the city’s bustling activity and busy life; I had always lived in a small country village. It fascinated me in a dangerous way; it also made me wonder about the lives of the people around me. All these strangers walking past each other without even a second glance, each person with a unique story to tell. I always kept my story to my self; I was very much an introvert. Spending my free time engrossed in some book. I wasn’t like all the other girls in my year, with their pretty blonde hair and their love drunk boyfriends draped on their arms like a handbag. I always found them rather intimidating, especially Laura, the way she walk through the corridors full of confidence, no clue as to what reality was really like, living I lie. I envied her for that. My life has always been shadowed by my shyness and social awkwardness, and my seeming inability to even get glance off a boy. I mean, it wasn’t like I was ugly? Was it?

 tell me what you think guys. <3