i am finished

Augustus did a cursory scan of their surroundings and then, upon seeing everyone around them otherwise engaged, pulled Patrick forward and greeted him with a kiss….

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They looked like princesses. With pearls in their hair, frills on their dresses, smiles on their faces and paint on their eyelids.

It made me feel sick. 

But no. They weren’t the problem. That was me. 

I had proudly applied mascara to my lashes and glitter to my lips. Sure my hair wouldn’t curl and my shoes wouldn’t fit but I felt pretty in that long black dress my mum had bought me. 

But now I felt sick. Sick when they saw me and said “oh you look pretty!” and reached for me. We all hugged. Since when do we hug? We don’t even talk. 

I nodded and smiled. Don’t cry I told myself. Be happy I told myself.

Be happy be happy be happy. 

I kept thinking it when we walked into the hall and they were all around us clapping. And cheering. And laughing.

Be happy.

When we sat down, they talked. They laughed. I talked and laughed too I guess.

Why. Won’t. You. Be. Happy.

“Are you okay?” a friend asked. 

“Yeah! Of course.” 

I wasn’t going to cry, I was going to be happy. I wouldn’t ruin this night for everyone because I felt stupid in my dress. They deserved better.

Then there was dancing and games and photos and eating. I told myself to be happy. And I was happy for some of it. 

Then we went home and instead of the relief I normally felt at being in my bedroom, I felt the night clinging to me. 

My feet were bare. My dress was off. I looked at myself in the mirror. 

And I didn’t feel happy. I felt like crying. And maybe I would because I could now. 

So I did. 

I cried away the feeling of being ugly and sad and uncomfortable. 

I was left with just myself. Standing in front of the mirror. 

And I told myself that it’s okay. That I shouldn’t feel forced to have a good time just because everyone else is. 

Some people like parties and make up. 

And, some people -

like me - 


That’s okay. 

So for the last time that night I told myself to be happy. 

And I was. 


happy birthday to.. me! haha uh its kind of a birthday tradition of mine to draw whatever i feel like no matter how little sense it makes lmao anyway here are yuuri and victor in kinda matchy KotOR star wars robes!! its very late!!! this is not an au dont @ me victor would never work for the jedi he is good and i trust him okay im leaving now bed time


last episode in the anime made me think about todoroki’s past,,, this is the corniest thing ive  drawn in a while


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