Girls - by moi
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Okay this was originally written about myself but it’s literally lollie sooo
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Also just wanna day tysm for all the support on my last song, mad love yo <3
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Lyrics:
There’s a girl in my class at school,
I can’t help but think she’s really cool.
I always blush when she looks my way,
She probably thinks I’m crazaaay!
Can I look at her like this,
Is it okay if it’s girls that I want to kiss?
I don’t really like boys at all,
I think that it is girls that I have feelings for.
She is the talk of the town,
No one can break her down.
What am I supposed to say?
When she takes my breath away.
Can I look at her like this,
Is it okay if it’s girls that I want to kiss?
I don’t really like boys at all,
I think that it is girls that I have feelings for.
The boys say she’s so pretty,
And I cannot disagree.
Her smile brightens my day,
I think she’s stolen my heart away.
Can I look at her like this,
Is it okay if it’s girls that I want to kiss?
I don’t really like boys at all,
I think that it is girls that I have feelings for.
you ever love a book so much you can’t read a fan fic for it? like i cant taint my feelings for it and i need cannon only. if i even read the synopsis i’ll explode
Dear my ex flatmate: just because Ellie Wolfson made you realise/admit you are some kinda 💅 doesnt mean you can side with her over Lottie in the events of PAH and i wont be mad at you
the statue of Emilie in the garden was removed, to symbolize that she is no longer looming over the Agreste household, that she no longer will be a metaphorical ghost haunting the halls.......
..... meanwhile, a statue of Gabriel is erected in Paris. a new ghost, haunting the entire city, a new statue looming over adrien's life. a new dead parent that he must mourn and revere, without ever knowing the complete story. a new lie fed to him.
here is my Kind Brave Unstoppable Pillar from @rosewoodconch ‘sRosewood POP in Feb that i thought i’d share on here! okay have fun !
CW: mention of ED and hospital (very light)
I’ve been an avid fan of the Rosewood Chronicles since I was about eleven or twelve. I'm pretty sure I remember the moment I first saw Undercover Princess on a display shelf at a waterstones that has since closed, and asking my dad to buy me the “boarding school princess” book - two of my most favourite things in literature mixed together.
I immediately fell in love with Undercover Princess and pre ordered Princess in Practice as soon as I could. I screamed when it arrived a day early. And, to be honest, I’ve screamed each time a new Rosewood Chronicles book has been delivered to my house.
I felt like Lottie was me; a bookish, dark blonde, blue-eyed girl obsessed with princesses and dreaming of boarding school. I’ve tried to make my bedroom look like Lottie’s old room mixed with her dorm room with white wood, cosy blankets and many, many books and candles. I’m still searching for a purple persian rug, like the one in the ivy dorm. I’m always on the lookout for a purple tartan pinafore to go with my ivy jumper. My friend gave me a necklace with a silver animal on it for my fifteenth birthday which made me ecstatic since Lottie got her wolf pendant for her fifteenth! I know that having a character to relate to at such an extent is a privilege and one that I’m very grateful for.
Her mantra instantaneously became my own. For about five years now I’ve said to myself those three precious words nearly every day. I say it each night before I go to sleep, searching through my day to find the ways I’ve been the attributes Lottie holds so dear. I said it to myself during my drama performance exam because I thought that’s what my character would do, and it brought a little bit of me and my favourite book series into my exam.
During my darkest times, that little saying helped me through them. When I was in hospital for a month two years ago due to an eating disorder, saying Lottie’s motto helped me get to sleep; it gave me some normality and so much comfort during a time and place that was lacking such things. One of my main reasons to recover and get out of hospital was so I could get to my house in time for my delivery of Princess at Heart. The Rosewood Chronicles gave me hope, and for that, I cherish them endlessly.
For my birthday a few years ago, my sister made me a poster of the mantra. I’d said around that time that I’d been struggling to see myself as considerate or courageous or positively stubborn, so she made a gigantic poster out of four a4 sheets of paper with Lottie’s saying scrawled in gold pen. She blu-tacked it to the wall opposite my door so that way it was the first thing I saw when I got up on my birthday. I then put it above my headboard, surrounded by glowing fairy lights, and I’d read it most nights before going to sleep, reminding myself I was and could be those things.
The poeticness of Lottie’s saying warms my heart; it's so simple and yet so beautiful. Connie’s writing is gorgeous and spell binding - it captivated me from the first line of Undercover Princess’s prologue and has helped me see the beauty in small things. Helped me find those places where wondrous and whimsical things are more capable of happening and those people who are powerful enough to change or achieve anything.
Saying Lottie’s mantra has helped me go down dark streets at night and get me through my first cat calling experience. As a woman and a very feminine presenting person, the world can be a scary place, with thugs scarier than those teenage boys who tormented Lottie near the end of Princess at Heart, looking to make others feel uncomfy and scared with their crude comments. Mantras like Lottie’s can really help pull one through those scary, horrible moments. After I’d seen people make others uncomfortable, Lottie helped me be sympathetic and check if they were alright. After being told to “calm down” by a boy in my PE class, Lottie helped me be bold. After a binman had whistled at me, Lottie helped me be inexorable and continue running.
The three words can sometimes seem simple and plain, but if you look to the words used in the Rosewood Chronicles’ foreign language editions, they sound exciting and majestic; there’s bienveillante, courageuse, determinee in French; freundlich, mutig, gib niemals auf (unstoppable, here, meaning never give up) in German; bondosa, corajosa, imparável in Portuguese; bună, curajoasă, de neoprit in Romanian; życzliwa, odważna, niepowstrzymana in Polish; אדיבה, אמיצה ובלתי ניתנת לעצירנ in Hebrew. They all sound so beautiful - words I’d like to have as endless earworms, chanting for me throughout my day. I hope to read all the editions of the Rosewood Chronicles of the languages that I study - French, Spanish and maybe one day Japanese, although I’ll need to learn a lot more first!
I saw a tumblr post from @rosewoodconch the other day, saying how Lottie stuck to even the more negative sides of her mantra. It helped me come to terms with my stubbornness and selfishness and stupidity, as Lo had said it had helped their’s. I know I’m not so benevolent or courageous or resourceful all the time, and being reminded in Lo’s post that Lottie is also not perfect helped me too, to realise that perfection in morals and actions is not an achievable goal.
I may sound silly, like a girl who’s obsessed with princesses or something, but I’m so grateful for this mantra for helping me through for the past five years and forevermore.
I only have one more thing to say to you guys ( btw, if you got this far, I love you so much ! )