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pazzaalcubo · 10 months
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I don’t write here since like, uh, months. But I just need to say - scream - that “the darkest minds”, is one of the best book series ever existed. EVERYONE SHOULD READ IT. If you don’t think you need to read it, well, YOU ARE WRONG.
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pazzaalcubo · 2 years
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Extract from my fic.
Akila's room always had that smell and was always really messed up. Not that he could really say much about it. From this point of view, they had a lot in common.
It was not difficult to ignore the shredded papers on the floor, abandoned there by someone who never managed to hit the garbage can with their throws. The desk so submerged in paper that it appears to be made up practically only of four white wooden legs.
Stiles' chocolate gaze shifted, by instinct more, to the bed. The white sheets were piled on the terribly wrinkled ground. Scattered with broken pencil leads and eraser residue.
As expected, she hadn't even heard him enter. She had, as usual, headphones in her ears and was probably listening to either an breaker-earsdrum song, all screams and electric guitar, or one of the most depressing songs ever created on the entire earth's surface.
Seriously, Akila just didn't know half measures. The girl in question was lying on her back on a bare and worn mattress. A pencil held up her curls, wedged in a decidedly inhuman hair and probably very painful to melt. Another pencil, turquoise, like her eyes, was tucked behind her ear, slightly covered by a fleeting lock.
And, of course, she had another pencil in her hand, the one she was using to draw, or rather, not to draw. The instrument was suspended on the sheet and Akila's lips, pink and stained with ink, were pursed in a grimace of total contemplation. Her cheeks and white fingers smeared with charcoal.
Stiles tore the headphones off her head, dragging the black wire that connected them to her cell phone with himself. It was definitely breaker-earsdrum music this time.
Akila turned to him, smiling guilty. She watched him through thick, clear lashes with sleepy cobalt eyes. Since the boy was standing, he towered over her in a not indifferent way.
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pazzaalcubo · 2 years
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Welcome to me!!
Yeah, to me, ’cause I have not such a cool name, and I haven’t something really funny or strange to say. (I’m already strange enough by myself, thank you very much).
Actually there are a lot of funny things about me that I won’t tell you. That’s not true - um, anyway. Let’s say I’m many things and nothing at the same time. I get often bored of my life, pick strange things to do.
I most likely will: get in a new scanlation group, study Greek, Latin, myths, Spanish, philosophy and obsess over physics and history, start a process to get the money for an iPad Pro, wake up one day wanting to organise a bonfire, read a lot, find a reason to live and to keep breathing.
I just kinda accept everything passing by, like literally. I feel like if a serial killer stopped at my house and told me let’s go make some trouble I would answer okay, let me pick my book and I’m in.
Spoiler: I’m a mess.
After a while, I get bored of all this little funny plans (after dedicating all of my strength to them, I swear) and put everything in a little messy closet in my brain that I may or may not open again, hopefully no.
I’m a funny drunk, the kind that go lost after a few drink, the kind that could possibly start an arson. Just kidding, just kidding. Maybe.
There’s nothing - and I mean literally nothing - that stays put in my life forever and just shut down my brain. Except that - Except writing. Something for me more natural than breath. On different platform, even on handkerchief (I swear it really happened a few times, I lost them).
And turututu, guess what is the only platform that got me enough to stay and keep writing a fanfic that’s almost done? And why properly Ao3? Yeah, I don’t know… I just know I started writing this fanfic Stiles Stilinski x OC and people begin to actually like it. The nerve they must have to try following my nonexistent program.
And nothing, I was like- I’m a ghost, I don’t have any social and badabum, new obsession, let’s download Tumblr, I’m not busy enough with French, scans, writing, reading and beating my head against the wall (which is green, my favourite colour btw).
Let’s do that, let’s do this.
Oh oh, and I was actually forgetting that I’m not only a mess but an Italian mess, who writes in English, just to make things more complicated and funny, I love you all ppl.
And like that my perfect ending is gone. Like the happiness in my life. What?
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