Hipster beanie with dark lipstick and like 20 bracelets on each wrist with caked nail polish on my fingernails, my hands gripping a coffee mug in a coffee shop on a rainy day, smiling down at the coffee like I just heard a funny joke. That's aesthetic goals for me
Hippie/artist style aesthetic which I somehow achieved with natural material bracelets and a seashell necklace, baggy thick cloth shirt and cloth shoes
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there's the other one in which I wanna be skinny with elegant black and white (ONLY) clothing composed of tight skirts and loose shirts. My face complemented with an angular bob cut and always wearing sunglasses
It's a snowy day, with a roaring fireplace in the grate. As I relax peacefully on a large sofa, I am holding the perfect cup of chai tea in my hands while wearing a red panda onesie. My boyfriend is peacefully snuggled next to me. We have a cat, the bees are safe, and I am financially stable.
No, i mean the one about the person's reality. The last part.
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Sitting in a field of flowers wearing a pretty dress and a crown of flowers with just enough of a breeze to make my hair float off to the side. Also there would be some nice shadow play in general.
Crouched on a snowy shelf in the Hindu Kush mountains. I'm aiming down a sound-suppressed scoped rifle of western make while hidden between a boulder and a bush. I'm wearing camouflage combat gear, but it's non-uniform and there's no identifying marks on it. There's snow in my mouth, hiding my breath, and half-scabbed cuts in my cheek and temple from when a bullet hit the wall just a few inches left of my head. The dried blood made my white and gray face-paint run, but I leave it; I'm too far away for it to stand out, but too close to risk moving to wipe it off.
These aren’t my goals, but it would be hilarious. My name is something like Miloš, I’m a middle aged. I work for a secret organization but pose as an Interpol agent. I was recruited because my family was in the business, but they’re all dead. I drive a very square and beat up Volvo (it’s discreet and I secretly love it and talk to it like it’s sentient). I’m bitter about everything and pretend to hate cats, though I have a very old one. I wear neutral colored or mustard yellow clothing. Lots of turtlenecks. My morals are questionable. I carry around a thermos of leftovers and live alone.
AND
there's the other one in which I wanna be skinny with elegant black and white (ONLY) clothing composed of tight skirts and loose shirts. My face complemented with an angular bob cut and always wearing sunglasses
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