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Keep going for yourself
Don't let the past years go to waste. Its never too late to start , loosing all your years of hard work is harder than not starting.
stay kind to yourself and get ready to succeed. Remember to push yourself to the best of your abilities because if you don't do it no one will do it for you
Macbeth: Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep
me, revising well after I should've gone to bed: yeah no shit man you really do
Hii this is another creative writing practice piece I've done, this time about nanami, enjoyy!!
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🪽˚｡‧ nanami - comforting you when you're sad,
Morose, A morose day.
Surely, life couldn't be like this...
A slight hiccup intruded my vocal chords ; a tremor highlighting my deep somber. Quivering, constantly. As a sodden tear carves a path from my bruised scarlet red veins of my eye, down across my ruddy cheeks and holds on tight to my chin ; a clear bulb, ever growing, depicting my pessimism. They kept coming. Moist to the touch, extra redundant tears forcibly ripped out from my water line to be enslaved onto my cheeks - clinging on for dear life before reaching it's inevitable fall onto the ground beneath. Never ending sorrow. Cheeks calescent, lashed with a cerise blemish - trembling perpetually.
Nothing was working out...
As I lay onto my creased duvet, it's ridges - a carved cut out of my body shape, my legs which bend and arms that spiritlessly tighten around my knees - as though the duvet was an emotional support being as it absorbs my fallen tears, creating a damp, dullish grey mark ; the residue of my deep agony. Of course, peering from the window, a replication of my malaise. Pewter, dull and glum ; the slate-grey entity covers the entire atmosphere, suffocating it, leaving absolutely no light. Constant thuds and thumps of abusive rain, it's deep cadence, reverberating and beating onto my window.
A catastrophic clatter.
How did everything go so wrong?
A slight click, resembling of a lock on a door opening - it invites and welcomes in a saviour ; a specimen. Golden blonde locks contrasting the dark sullen shade of the pewter entity outside, a needed light, an omnibenevolent being. He gazes and peers onto my desolate posture and clear bulbs, costantly splattering onto the duvet.
"What happend, sweetheart?"
His sweet, delicate cadence of his vocal chords caress at my cochlea enveloping me in its supple embrace ; A saviour.
A saviour which steadily raced towards me, arms elongated out to meet me in an endearing hug, covering me delightfully, whole fully, beautifully. Instantly, the tears on my eyes were no longer as through his sugary nestle my somberness dissipated efficiently out from my system - a sort of syrup filled with utmost saccharine that makes any meal be satisfyingly enjoyed. Softly, kisses are dotted onto my forehead as though they were sprinkles on top of a cupcake - it soothes and pleases me - his angelic pecks, tender and plush, he treats me cautiously, handles me with care that will last forevermore as though he's nurturing a pastry - smoothing out the frosting, (his delicate embrace) adding the final cherries and toppings, (his supple kisses.)
In the end, his accuracy with his baking results in a finished cake. A dessert that no longer contains pessimism, no longer has a desolate posture, no longer has calescent bruised cheeks.
Surely, life was meant to be this way.
Results day is stressing me out so predictions
English language- 8
English lit- 7 the grade boundaries are going to be so high bc of that miracle question and I panicked ughhh
Maths- 8 probably but I want a 9 so baddd
Biology- 9 hopefully the boundaries will be super low bc wtf was that paper
Chemistry- 8 maybe 9
Physics- 9
RS- 9
Art- 8 I wish it'd be a 9 but it wont be i am gonna cry
History- 6 maybe 7 if im lucky
Media- 7??
With all the analysis I've been doing for Romeo and Juliet and a Christmas Carol, I really hope I cook on the actual exam on Monday. English is like my worst subject.
I used to hate maths and like English but the tables have turned lol
imagine coming home in the elizabethan era and ts is ur fine shyt 💔💔
“Elizabeth fell for his charm” NO she didn’t 😭
i really really want to be a baby fawn in the woods with no worries or responsibilities
praying to the spirit of L Lawliet so I can pass my GCSEs
