m a r i a. a r i a n n a. s t e v e n s o n.
"b u n n y"
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crush: s e c r e t
mood: c r a n k y
what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Maria sighed as she tired of her sketching. Fed up she decided it was a good time to delight herself with coffee as she didn't have more then one in her yet, and Maria relied on cofee to fuel her through her days. She slipped her leather jacket back on and headed to the door, flinging her purse on her shoulder as she walked outside into the cold air. The blonde haired girl scurried down the street, her long lushios curls blowing in the cool winter breeze, her hatred for winter seemed to kick in again as she had to apply chapstick to her lips as she walked. The coffee shop came into her view and as she walked she started to look around a bit, watching as the snow flakes seemed to dance around in the winter's sky. The sun was out and shining under a mist of snowflakes pouring down at a steady rate. Maria's eyes settled down on her shoes and she sighed, knowing that this would be the last time these six inch stillettos saw the light of day, she hadn't been bargaining for the weather when she woke up and got dressed. Snow, and winter, weren't the frst things that popped into her mind in the morning.