@killer-rxbbit | from here
v; creative |*| (art school)
She noticed the stranger wandering in, busy sticking up a Smiths poster towards the end of her bed. There wasn’t much she had, but the few things she had brought with her meant a lot. The bookshelf wasn’t filled with novels or text books, rather paint stained jars and upturned brushes. Her desk laid empty other than a stack of sketchbook where most would set a laptop or a computer, her bedsheets a dark grey and a thin knitted blanket folded neatly next to the pillow. It wasn’t much, yet with the crazy moves she’d had this far it was home that could be packed and taken with her the next time she had to move on.
With the poster secure, she stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her hair and eyeing up the new girl out of the corner of her eye.
You can take the girl out of London, but you can’t take London out of the girl.
“ Jen? Or Lynn? Can’t say I’ve seen it written like that before. You ain’t a snore-er are you? Or into weird kinky shit? I don’t mind what you get off on just gimmie warning to get out of the room if you’re gonna be doing it, right?”