where is my mind ✩

♔ тara craine, sixteen, artist protege ♚ |the root of a problem often lies with emotional trauma| This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight. I wish that I could just be brave.

[statesofmiind]

psa in the tags;

[rdxwson-archived-blog]

♥ — “Which is why many just stick to Ms. DeWitt or Rose. I don’t mind either.”

[statesofmiind]

"A redhead named Rose, life doesn't get more perfect than that,                                         so, Rose, what brings you to these parts?"

[statesofmiind]

"Come on---Don't you wanna just like dance!"            Hands up and T smirks wide, pulling the pink hubba-bubba chewing gum from between her lips and letting it twirl around her index finger, the cheap makeup stunting her eyes but the young girl doesn't care, she lived for these kind of nights, everything and anything, could become a party.

[rdxwson-archived-blog]

♥ — “Why, I thank you, Tara. I’m Rose. Rose DeWitt-Bukater, but Rose works just as well.”

[statesofmiind]

"I'm not going to lie that is an impossible last name, to remember"

[rdxwson-archived-blog]

♥ — “Funny how that is the question many ask. Yes, it is. I rather like it.”

[statesofmiind]

"It's something wonderful, unique it's not hard to like it--                                                                       I'm Tara" 

[rdxwson-archived-blog]

♥ — “Staring isn’t kind, you know.”

[statesofmiind]

"I'm sorry---I didn't mean to.                     It's just, your hair color, is it real?"

[statesofmiind]

          A little blue there, some pink there and entire rainbow of smudged color remained painted on the young teenagers white shirt and jeans, but the smile is genuine, looking over Tara tips her head to the side.                                                                                                 "What do you think?" 

[tfarmiga]

[statesofmiind]

"Well that was a bust"      Scraped hands brush off her knees and Tara pushes the hair from her face, giving a grin and wave. "--Guess I'm not as sneaky as I previously thought.."

[stoiicall]

Her handshake is reciprocated.      ”Oliver.              Pleasure I’m sure.”

Tara. Tara. Ta-ra. Nope, no matter how his mind distorted the word it  still translated as a peculiar name. At least it was  short; that way he was less prone to forget it. 

             ”————So is insulting people usually your method of friend-making                                  or was my appearance just too disgusting to resist commenting on?”

[statesofmiind]

"Oliver"            Repeated with a smile and she shrugs, the pleasure of meeting someone wasn't a fairly common thing in today's world, too many cruel mean people out for themselves.      "Well I never intended on making a friend in the first place---" Hand up with a wider grin and a soft laugh "But I suppose it was the scruff that got me, seems to be some what beneficial, hmm?"

[irwinsgf-blog]

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[castingdarkarchive]

         No. You’re just. A little spitfire, aren’t you?

                [ actually quite refreshing, but she won’t say that. ]

[statesofmiind]

[ confused stare and Buck takes another swig from the bottle ]          Yeah, sure--whatever ya say, pretty lady.

[castingdarkarchive]

   Whoah.

      [ and the staring doesn’t stop. ]

[statesofmiind]

.....What? There something on my face? [ soft hands pap at her chin and eyes narrow ]

[kirschbaumchen]

[statesofmiind]

kirschbaumchen:

Bülent Kirschbaum, Photographer

www.kirschbaumchen.tumblr.com

www.facebook.com/kirschbaum.fotografie

(pls keep the credits intact)

[stoiicall]

   Why he was entertaining the topic of morning preparation    with the girl he would never know, but despite the rationale     it situated itself on, it made the boy laugh— genuinely so—    at just how pointless his argument was. Scrounging his    mind for a reply that would somehow segway the discussion,    the male only managed to come up with an unimaginative;

           "Yeah.                  Tell me about it.”

[statesofmiind]

"My name is Tara, by the way" A hand is offered but she'll understand if it's not shaken, a small smile, and she pushes some hair out of her face. How long could they go on about morning routine, before the conversation died and they'd simply go their opposite ways at least they'd know each other properly formally now.

[castingdarkarchive]

You don’t. Have much to use, darling. You’re very miniature.

[ impressive stare, to be honest. ]

[statesofmiind]

I might be mini,             but I am Buck,                      and I will fuck you up. [ a slam of the bottle onto the table with a cheer ]

[castingdarkarchive]

       But. You’re. Wow, you’re so little.

[ yet, it’s passed anyway. ]

[statesofmiind]

Hell, girl, size don't matter--               As long as ya know how to use it. [ hands grip it and a long chug is taken ]