stevie nicks is my hero

"She is like a cat in the dark and then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark and when the sky is starless All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?" My name's Willow and I love twirling. Odds are, I probably love you, too. I love almost everything. I'm single for right now, but I'm definitely looking. I got my eyes on this precious girl down at Riders...I think she likes me.

[neverweepingwillow]

Sample Starter Two

What’re you doing here? I thought you said you never came on Saturdays. You broke my heart sayin’ I’d only see you one day a week. 

Well, c’mon, we have a lotta dancing to catch up on. And you still need to work on your twirling. 

[neverweepingwillow]

Sample Starter One

I think I want a garden. I wanna grow my own plants and help ‘em live and make ‘em strong. Stuff like that. I could have some tomatoes or squash or something. I’m just a little worried I might forget to feed ‘em or water ‘em and they’ll get all shrively and gross... 

Maybe I’m not the best person to have a garden. 

[neverweepingwillow]

Willow’s Bio

Willow Trait was born in Georgia to a single mom named Hannah. When she was three, they packed all they owned and moved up to Tennessee so Hannah could find a better job.

Willow grew up at home with her mama, being homeschooled or unschooled, really. With no family around, Willow started staying at home by herself from around age six, if only for a few hours at a time while her mom worked. Willow learned quickly how to take care of herself, be independent, and how to calm her own self down when her rather intense fear of the dark would make itself known.

She stayed in her room a lot, listening to seventies and eighties cds that her mom loved, on an old Walkman. When Willow was fifteen, they moved up to (insert city where this is based in) and Willow started going to public high school: her first ever time at a real school. She hated wearing shoes everyday, and she hated the looks she got for her unkempt hair, no makeup, and long skirt and shawls. They called her “flower child”, “hippie”, “dirty”, “freak”, you name it.

She kinda knew from then on that she just was pan. She didn’t know there was a word for it but she knew she liked any kind of person, as long as she was attracted to them. And her mama didn’t care of course. In fact, she loved when Willow brought anyone home, regardless of gender or looks or personality. She was so desperate for Willow to actually have friends; she’d been alone for so long. But of course, no one really wanted to talk to her.

No one liked her except for a few people who only talked to her if they had to. She ate lunch alone, she walked to classes alone, and made friends with all her teachers who thought she was quirky and sweet and unique.

Willow’s mama was diagnosed with breast cancer in Willow’s senior year.

Willow took it HARD. She started to develop near panic attacks whenever someone would call her from an unknown number, a deep and agonizing fear that someone would call and tell her her mama was gone. She would lay awake in her bed at night or pace the house humming Fleetwood Mac, unable to turn her brain off. Her grades slipped, and she eventually dropped out.

Willow’s mama passed away the day that Willow was supposed to graduate from high school. She couldn’t bear it. Everything she had was gone and she couldn’t go on. Having no real friends or close family, she slipped into herself and became a shut in for several months.

She managed to find strength to see a therapist, and continues to see her twice a month. She got some jobs, starting making things to sell online, found out she loved making jewelry and hair pieces, and started to get a little better. She still struggles daily with anxiety and often forgets to take her medication, due her natural scatterbrained-ness.

Willow never graduated high school. By some miracle, she was able to pass her GED test when she was nineteen, after a lot of coaxing from her therapist and a few coworkers. It made her feel like less of a failure, like she was making her mama proud. Around twenty-two is when Willow discovered a dive bar called Riders. It was filthy and smelly, but the people…oh, they were her people. They played nothing but the sixties and seventies’ best, music with which Willow could twirl away her little heart out. She adored the place and vowed to go every weekend.

[dusien]

[pretty-spooky]