May. 2nd, 2010

riverdresses: ([misc] at the bottom of the garden)


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I want

to be really amazing with polly a drawer full of pretty, pink&white gingham & black lace underthings to dress like a flapper every day to have a chocolate milkshake with some really peachy people more mason/daisy fic to read more books spring days & summer nights a really fab job a tea party with her belles de vintage in the shakespeare garden more tea parties! to stop writing in capital letters to fall down the rabbit hole to travel in the TARDIS to wear ruby red slippers to fall in love jellybabies at easter to have actual self-confidence to never wear trousers again to go dancing more eight/fitz smut (!!) to find & try on an original mary quant frock to shamelessly crush on ossie clark & his aeroplane frock photography lessons a mentor barbarella hair a girlfriend who's just as much a dolly bird as me to finish playing with miranda's icons to skip to the park on a nice spring day a bloke who will go record-collecting with me, then take me on a picnic in the rose garden to not be sad any more to finish my grandfather paradox/zagreus crack!mix to actually write again more zines to read ice pink&ice white varnished nails cupcakes!! a fab new kimono to wear as my dressing gown to be twirled around in someone's arms someone who will read me to sleep, even if I'm a grown-up miss a second kitty cute pedal pushers & pretty tops to have brigitte bardot's hair, every day UNPREDICTABILITY pillow fights more smiling & less tears in the world to finish a new issue of riverdresses to be anais nin to be glamorous to travel everywhere ginger locks & matching eyebrows to weigh 100 pounds to look more like a lunar crash landing than a california sun queen to be called a duchess by a very cute sailor to type better on marwood my own shop a little jewel box of a pad that I can decorate in shades of mod, faerie & castro street hardware&japanese bargain shop to get spanked pink hair pink barbarella hair with gold&silver sparkles sprayed in to be a bond girl purple hair for my green contacts not to hurt so much when I wear them a pretty, double-loopable pearl necklace text tattoos on the insides of my wrists & on the inside of my upper arm lady gaga glasses awesome friends holidays by mistake to steal loads of style from hello kitty more strawberries, on everything to get around on a little pink red or blue vespa to dance the night away like it's 1973 to live like it's 1966 for fitz kreiner to get his own companion chronicle & be eight's next audio companion the perfect red lipstick huge, feathery lashes my first surprise birthday party more perfumes by black phoenix alchemy lab liz shaw's legs & black boots callum blue to form an all-girl band with maracas, acoustic guitar, tambourine & three dolly birds on vocals you?

abandon hope all who enter here

Elizabeth (Betsy). Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but perpetually seventeen. Whirls back & forth between vulgarity & delicacies like a dervish proper & has been known to disappear for months on end. Worshipper of Carroll, devotee of Lovecraft & BPAL hoarder absolute. Destined for the madhouse.

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