Hazel🌻

🌊chronic deep liker🫧 who bakes 🧁draws 🎨reads 📚 and writes 📖, obsesses over the most ✨random✨things and loves rainstorms⛈️ & Gilmore Girls🍁 :) Go follow everyone I follow🩶 (they’re all super talented!!!🦜) (she/her) 🌻I follow back :)

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6000ft Under

Hazel🌻

2 min read

„Oh shit!“ I hear a voice mutter next to me. „Dad won‘t be happy about this…“ I open my eyes to see a girl, whose age I can’t quite place, leaning over me, long dark hair with a few shimmering red and gold strands tied into a complex braid and pure black eyes. She was wearing a dark red collage jacket over a crop top and a black denim skirt. She was probably the prettiest girl I’d ever met, but I...

Valentines Date

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1 min read

The night had been far from perfect so far.

Emily arrived at the restaurant late, where her girlfriend had already been waiting for half an hour. The waiter hadn’t seated them in the Valentines room, because he thought they were “just friends” .

Later, he tripped and spilled a glass of red wine all over her new white dress, meaning she had to drag Valerie out who was threatening to sue the place...

I never thought I’d break your heart

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1 min read

“We need to talk.”

“Sure! What’s up?”

“It’s… it’s kind of hard to say.”

“You know you can tell me anything love.”

“I know, but…”

“We’ll get through it together! We always do.”

“Not this.”

“You’re scaring me, sweetheart…”

“I… don’t love you anymore.”

“You…”

“I’m sorry. I’m not going to tell you a let-me-down-softly lie or make believe story about why, because I don’t know. It’s no ones f...

Kayla

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1 min read

Ever the princess in her fancy dresses, skirts of tulle and bodices of lace and bead, caramel blond tendrils tucked into a woven braid, frail tiaras the opposite of her personality showing royal status. If not laced in jewels of rubies and gold, she’s a simple girl who longs to be free, hair flowing open or in ponytails, wearing black leggings, flexible tops and long capes, carrying her magic staf...

Free

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1 min read

“Oh, are you gonna go cry to your boyfriend about me?” Thea says tauntingly.

“He’s not my boyfriend! He never was and he never will be!” I scream back.

“Why do you spend all your time with him then?”

She asks, raising her voice.

“Because he CARES about me Thea! That must be a foreign concept to you!”

“Halley I care about you too!”

“No you don’t! You know that night when I called you cr...

What stories don’t show

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3 min read

The three doors.

Hecate's crossroads.

Jimeny Cricket.

No, wait, forget the last part.

This is the story - “of how I died!” A girl screams in the background, making me lose my train of thought . I turn away from thr microphone I've been speaking into, trying to explain to my podcast how I ended up inside my mind with every character I've ever created.

"Shut up, Kayla!" I sigh, annoyed, pausing...

Broken Doll

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1 min read

I'm out of order, that’s true

A doll with clothes torn, limbs broken too,

You'll buy a new one, shiny and fine,

A Barbie blond, beautiful, divine

She’ll be all you need, as my ends fray,

Am I really useless? Or is there a different way?

If you give me away, someone might find,

A broken doll to mend and be kind.

They'll sew my limbs, fix my clothes tight,

Braid my hair, put my head back on right....

Poetry

Brushstrokes and Banter

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1 min read

“Sit still!” I scold Caoimhe as she shakes her head disapprovingly, princess curls bouncing up and down.

“You’re no fun when you’re painting Harry, you know?”

“It’s your portrait you’re ruining, Qui.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Have you heard of Dorian Gray?” I raise my brow, dipping my paintbrush into the yellow blob on my palette.

“The Oscar Wilde book?”

She hums. I assume that means yes.

“Well...

Rebellion in colours

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2 min read

"Huh," Sara mumbles as she snaps a picture of the little brick wall in front of our school, Victoria Prep. "What?" I ask, confused. I had been craning my neck, trying to find the cute boy from the year above me, to no avail. Then I see it too. The entire thing is spray-painted. Bright neon pinks, yellows, oranges, and greens making the base in blotches, dots, and lines. Darker blues, purples, and ...

Summer Child

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1 min read

Lexia was a summer child.

Born in July,

Grew up on the california coast,

Always sweet,

Kind,

“Such a darling!”

But that wasn’t what she wanted to be.

She didn’t want to be anything really.

17 now,

Light green tanktop under a white shirt.

Her favourite colour.

Long sleeves.

You’d never see her without them anymore.

Auburn hair severd.

From waist to shoulders.

Put through the guilloti...