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- alyssa grew up along the french countryside helping to raise her family's highland cattle. she comes from a very large family and values familial love over everything else. this doesn't mean she doesn't value her friends, she simply considers them to be part of her family as well, bringing them home to family gatherings. for alyssa, visits home mean large homecooked meals, truck rides through empty autumn fields, and familiar stories she's heard countless times but will never grow tired of.
she has since moved to the city to pursue her career as an assistant caterer to some of the biggest events in town. she's seen everything from kitchen miracles made of last-minute orders to celebrities' quirks when they think no one is watching. as much as she loves her worksite's fast-paced environment, she hopes to one day settle down on her own countryside property with her girlfriend ellie, working on the poetry she does in her free time.
entry quote // alyssa's poetry wrote:oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely. // x