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2 minutes (fragment #2)
2 minutes until the chain of carriages is supposed to rush into the tunnel with the sound of a hundred thunders. 2 minutes until I close today's newspaper and leave it folded on the seat as I get on because nothing in there was probably worth reading anyway.
2 minutes until I'm sat on a carriage lit by pale yellow light looking at all the faces around me that I'll never see again. The faces belonging to people with intricate lives and unique sets of teeth unmasked from their lips when they smile.
And I'm looking at the faces of the people of the platform that are here, now.
The scuffed grey trainers that used to be white swiftly stepping down the staircase.
The solid built men with dollhouse briefcases and navy suits stretched over their form. A child's laugh echoes through the tunnel above the general sound of unintelligible voices amalgamating into one complex of conversations.
Slim legs clad in worn denim appearing into view.
You never get to see any of the people here again.
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Literature
house party (fragment #1)
The red solo cups scattered on the lawn and passed out teenage souls lying like dead fish with stomachs upwards in the water. Early birdsong is not going to wake them. The dawn sunlight starting to break through the horizon won’t either.
It's a pale morning sunlight dipping its toes into the aftermath of last night’s party, one that I imagine a lot of people consider to be yet another little fluctuation in ‘the party of life’ or some edgy shit along those lines.
We sat on the grimy crimson sofa puffing wispy smoke to whatever songs were on the airwaves, chimed glasses and laughter, moved outside and morphed into pensive shadows. The night was warm with a faint breeze, the night was not too humid or dry, but our voices seemed so lost and heavy trying to find themselves in all of it.
And now we’re sat on the roof with our scuffed shoes and the adventures we’ve had between ourselves, stuck like postcards on our skin with fridge magnets but only we can s
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maybe we'll die with our colours :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 0 0 I have nothing but I want it all :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 0 0 of dreams :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 1 0 in your smoke :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 0 0 the colour of your eyes :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 1 0 love has been here before :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 2 0 Chic :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 3 0 Daisies and Dirt :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 2 2 pastel grunge tinted glasses :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 1 1 like a stone in the sea :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 1 0 she's the tear in my heart :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 2 0 car radio :iconhelenathepsychic:HelenaThePsychic 0 0

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2 minutes until the chain of carriages is supposed to rush into the tunnel with the sound of a hundred thunders. 2 minutes until I close today's newspaper and leave it folded on the seat as I get on because nothing in there was probably worth reading anyway.

2 minutes until I'm sat on a carriage lit by pale yellow light looking at all the faces around me that I'll never see again. The faces belonging to people with intricate lives and unique sets of teeth unmasked from their lips when they smile.

And I'm looking at the faces of the people of the platform that are here, now.

The scuffed grey trainers that used to be white swiftly stepping down the staircase.

The solid built men with dollhouse briefcases and navy suits stretched over their form. A child's laugh echoes through the tunnel above the general sound of unintelligible voices amalgamating into one complex of conversations.

Slim legs clad in worn denim appearing into view.

You never get to see any of the people here again.

Train arriving in 1 minute.

She's stood on the platform inches from the yellow line, waiting. Her face is so kind. Illuminated in the warm white glow behind her. Hints of green shadows. Mahogany hair delicately scattered about the pale ivory shoulders exposed above the pastel blue windbreaker pooled at her lower back, at her forearms.

And a slender neck that tilts the faintest degree as the red tops of the white carriage bodies bleed into a rushing blur in the tunnel and her feather soft hair whips and floats in the gust of wind while she just stands there, keeping the forces of the world going.
The red solo cups scattered on the lawn and passed out teenage souls lying like dead fish with stomachs upwards in the water. Early birdsong is not going to wake them. The dawn sunlight starting to break through the horizon won’t either.
It's a pale morning sunlight dipping its toes into the aftermath of last night’s party, one that I imagine a lot of people consider to be yet another little fluctuation in ‘the party of life’ or some edgy shit along those lines.
We sat on the grimy crimson sofa puffing wispy smoke to whatever songs were on the airwaves, chimed glasses and laughter, moved outside and morphed into pensive shadows. The night was warm with a faint breeze, the night was not too humid or dry, but our voices seemed so lost and heavy trying to find themselves in all of it.
And now we’re sat on the roof with our scuffed shoes and the adventures we’ve had between ourselves, stuck like postcards on our skin with fridge magnets but only we can see the snapshots of frantic bleeding colour adolescence on each other.
We’re close enough to feel the vibrations in each other’s bodies as we laugh into the apprehensive morning blue above us, the subtle colour nervously slipping over the horizon to mark the new day. we don't smell like our stolen liquor or cigarettes. Just our squinted morning eyes our fuzzed morning voices and thoughts of what we have yet to lose and what we have yet to find.
house party (fragment #1)
The first of many 'fragments' I've written that I will be posting here, hope you enjoy :)
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I've been avoiding posting on here as of late, for some reason. I forget or something. But I've still been working, writing mostly. Gathering inspiration from the people and places around me, from my bouts of pensiveness and introspection. Creating small, short 'fragments' of text not unlike Sue Zhao's 'excerpts from a book I'll never write'. Miniature snapshots of a person's life in a certain moment or state of mind.

I've been wanting to share them somewhere for a while, because they're accumulating and I feel like I'm constraining their potential by keeping them caged in my Google Drive. So I'm going to post some here, I hope whoever reads them, if anyone does, enjoys them, and takes a part of the fragment as they leave.
I've been avoiding posting on here as of late, for some reason. I forget or something. But I've still been working, writing mostly. Gathering inspiration from the people and places around me, from my bouts of pensiveness and introspection. Creating small, short 'fragments' of text not unlike Sue Zhao's 'excerpts from a book I'll never write'. Miniature snapshots of a person's life in a certain moment or state of mind.

I've been wanting to share them somewhere for a while, because they're accumulating and I feel like I'm constraining their potential by keeping them caged in my Google Drive. So I'm going to post some here, I hope whoever reads them, if anyone does, enjoys them, and takes a part of the fragment as they leave.

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just a 15 year old art and writing fanatic trying to find a place in a world that doesn't have one for me

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Wetterlage Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2016
Let me send you all my best wishes for your birthday :shamrock:, dear Helena! :iconflowerthnxplz:
I hope that you're fine and that you'll have a great summertime! :iconsunshineplz:
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AndreiLigurda Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2016
Thank you for the fave!
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HelenaThePsychic Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
My pleasure :)
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JACAC Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2016

h e l l o . Helena :wave:

t h a n k . y o u . f o r . t h e . k i n d . :+fav: . =)

 

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i f . y o u . g e t . t h e . c h a n c e . i . w o u l d . l o v e . t o . r e a d . a l s o . y o u r . c o m m e n t s

 

s m i l e . t h e . b e a u t i f u l . c o l o u r s . o f . s p r i n g . a r e . o u t s i d e . =)=)

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Phototubby Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2016  Hobbyist Photographer
Many thx for fav!!
Arcs. by Phototubby  :)
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Tala-ezhno Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the Added to my devWatch! 
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HelenaThePsychic Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Np :)
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autumnicity Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2016  Student General Artist
Thank you very much for the watch - I really appreciate your support! :heart:
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HelenaThePsychic Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome :)
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UrsulaDecay Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2015  Professional General Artist
Thank you  for watching meee  ^ u ^   <3
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