guess whos back ?? this loser and look at me playing a girl i rarely do that. sucky intro cause im on the train under the cut. hmu or like this to plot ! ( tw. death, car accident )
this is winona who is the sweetest drama queen deadhead you will ever lay eyes on though shes a bit of a wildcard tbh
grew up on the north side with her father, her mother died in a car accident when she was pretty young. partly because of that and partly because thats just how her dad is, he was really protective over her growing up and finally ( tbh it was probably a stupid little argument ) she wss like ive hAD ENOUGH ! and moved her cute little ass to an apartment on the west side
but lmao as much as she claims to be independent? she still heavily relies on her dad and hes not going to cut her off really? every now and then hes like just come home sweetie? and that only instills her need to be ‘independent’ more and she wont talk to him for a week and rely on cash she actually earned herself
honestly super niave shouldnt be on the west side probs and doesnt understand how ridiculous this whole thing is
should have been a hippie!? shes kinda like feeling things out for herself rn as you can probably see from her aesthetic
strange juxtaposition of the grunge scene, an old soul, and a new age deadhead rolled into one crazy girl
her anger is weird?? like 9/10 times shell get v upset and yell at you but then be fine cause shes dramatic and just needs to get it out of her system but every odd time she doesnt get over it and then i wish you luck my friends she will set herself on fire just to spite you
weirdly caring? is v loyal to those she cares for and will take care of you when you’re sick -- often with cute little homemade remedies
such a flower child her apartment is flooded with potted plants and window boxes and she sits more on the fire escape outside her bedroom window
heres her app info
( LISA TEIGE, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ) — around the 708, everyone knows who WINONA ROTH is. you know them, don’t you ? she is the nineteen year old record store clerk who is always blasting a change would do you good by sheryl crow on her way home to the NORTH SIDE. their fellow chicagoans call them fervent, but at least they’re adamantine, right ? chipped nail polish, potted plants, old canvas shoes. enjoying the chaos of the mistakes she’s made. new car in a bad neighborhood and the burn of cheap vodka. an hour spent hunched over an almanac to see what his flowers meant. lit candles even when the power’s fine. diamond crucifix traded in for new age spiritualism, tarot cards, and electric guitars. the juxtaposition of grunge with old standards, dancing across her uncarpeted floor with invisible partners. ( red again ! ).