Post by juniper foxx on Sept 9, 2017 12:40:43 GMT
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disclaimer: a of these are ust possible attempts to write the same bio it's not coherent WHY ARE YOU READING THIS IT'S NOT EVEN BREAK'D[break][break]
Sometimes a dream is born so out of place in the world. Sometimes it is born where nightmares wander, where ashes cover pitfalls and hope is left forever trapped inside of pandora's jar. A place where there is only darkness, silence, stillness, coldness.
Sometimes a dream feeds on despair instead because they grow so hungry and there is nothing else to eat.
Sometimes it feasts on a miracle.
juniper foxx's father is a businessman. that is the first thing you will ever know about her. he makes a good healthy income on something no one talks about, but whatever it is puts money on the table (and good food, too).
juniper foxx's mother is a seamstress. that is something few will ever know about her. her clothes do not sell, but she has an eye for detail and a frail body that has aged so quickly her mind could not quite keep up. working with the spindle tires her, but it is the only thing she does.
juniper foxx is a family girl. that is the very-close-to-first-but-second thing you will know about her. she does not have any siblings, but it seems as though everyone in sundial is her cousin or aunt. she goes out with them so regularly it's impossible to really grab her alone or free- a violin recital, a study session, a meeting, an internship.
who knows what else?
juniper foxx has had a lot of dreams in her lifetime. she lives on them like a willing parasite, unknowingly addicted to the rush of the ambition and excitement of completion. success that can be measured, preferably on papers that can be framed hung on lavender walls hand-painted and cleaned to perfection.
and then there is the violin.
she does not know what to think of the violin.
it exists. she is sure it is breathing. it stares at her and when she picks it up it sings on its own. it's voice is loud and carelessly crass. and it carries her through the window and out towards the open sky, across the heads of the buildings and the ants that live inside them, into the stars and far beyond them.
she applied for the helios knights.
rejected and dejected, she arrived at an inane conclusion: she wasn't good enough. on one hand it was probably the most depressing thought a sixteen year old could have. on the other? she wasn't sadened by this blow at all.
there was a pedestal.
she would step on it.
perhaps not today, but she had many todays left to go before she went herself. the cards had been stacked and dealt to undermine her. but they had been stacked that way for thousands of people across the world. the hungry, soulless eyes of the many. the legions that had nothing for themselves.
it was for them she sang.
extra ordinary
isn't that a contradiction?
disclaimer: a of these are ust possible attempts to write the same bio it's not coherent WHY ARE YOU READING THIS IT'S NOT EVEN BREAK'D[break][break]
Sometimes a dream is born so out of place in the world. Sometimes it is born where nightmares wander, where ashes cover pitfalls and hope is left forever trapped inside of pandora's jar. A place where there is only darkness, silence, stillness, coldness.
Sometimes a dream feeds on despair instead because they grow so hungry and there is nothing else to eat.
Sometimes it feasts on a miracle.
i don't like your kingdom keys
juniper foxx's father is a businessman. that is the first thing you will ever know about her. he makes a good healthy income on something no one talks about, but whatever it is puts money on the table (and good food, too).
juniper foxx's mother is a seamstress. that is something few will ever know about her. her clothes do not sell, but she has an eye for detail and a frail body that has aged so quickly her mind could not quite keep up. working with the spindle tires her, but it is the only thing she does.
juniper foxx is a family girl. that is the very-close-to-first-but-second thing you will know about her. she does not have any siblings, but it seems as though everyone in sundial is her cousin or aunt. she goes out with them so regularly it's impossible to really grab her alone or free- a violin recital, a study session, a meeting, an internship.
who knows what else?
they once belonged to me
juniper foxx has had a lot of dreams in her lifetime. she lives on them like a willing parasite, unknowingly addicted to the rush of the ambition and excitement of completion. success that can be measured, preferably on papers that can be framed hung on lavender walls hand-painted and cleaned to perfection.
and then there is the violin.
she does not know what to think of the violin.
it exists. she is sure it is breathing. it stares at her and when she picks it up it sings on its own. it's voice is loud and carelessly crass. and it carries her through the window and out towards the open sky, across the heads of the buildings and the ants that live inside them, into the stars and far beyond them.
she applied for the helios knights.
i don't like your tilted stage
rejected and dejected, she arrived at an inane conclusion: she wasn't good enough. on one hand it was probably the most depressing thought a sixteen year old could have. on the other? she wasn't sadened by this blow at all.
there was a pedestal.
she would step on it.
perhaps not today, but she had many todays left to go before she went herself. the cards had been stacked and dealt to undermine her. but they had been stacked that way for thousands of people across the world. the hungry, soulless eyes of the many. the legions that had nothing for themselves.
it was for them she sang.
i don't like your perfect crime
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