If I ever become a dazzlingly famous celebrity and I come to Tumblr and there aren’t a number of fanfiction pieces written about me in all sorts of compromising positions with people of all genders, I am going to be so insulted.
word count : 649 Disclaimer : don’t own anything A/N : inspired by the song from Nouvelle Vague. Olivia’s POV. As much as she wants to dislike her alternate, she has some difficulties imagining life without her now.
It’s disturbing, her presence by your side. She used to monopolize your thoughts, capture your attention at every waking hour - and even in your sleep if you’re honest with yourself. Now she’s in your world and the reality of it makes you flinch every time you glance at her. It’s like her hair really, gorgeous and shiny and red just like the imaginary light that goes off in your brain whenever she’s near you.
68172.) I don't believe that people like me, but I trust them very quickly. I don't believe anyone would be my friend because they actually like me, but only because I'll do anything they ask. But sometimes people act like they truly love and care for me. Is it that everyone is just fake or I'm the one who is getting insane?
Last post for tonight. I just want to cry at everything I am and everything I’m not and just go to sleep and wake up feeling like a different person. Someone confident and happy and not so lonely and needy and paranoid all the time.
About 3 (th)ings i was absolut(e)ly positive First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him, and i didnt know how dominant that part mi(g)ht be, th(a)t thirsted for (m)y blood. And third, i was unconditionally and irr(e)vocably in love with him
Nah it’s not awkward, I’ve been living with them for almost 4 years so to the grandparents I’m like an adopted French granddaughter XD It’s just I would rather spend my weekend geeking here lmao. Hang in there sweetie!
Ah I see! Aw well that’s sweet. :3
I really just want to write something angsty right now so I think I’ll do that. xD