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she/her • my name’s ansley, nice to meet ya! call me either my pen name or real one :) • teen artist from arizona 🌵• More mature topics on my account, be warned (14+) • writing a book! (shoutouts appreciated 😉) • Enjoy! 💕•

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lazy.

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im not lazy.

god, you have no right in calling me that.

stop calling me lazy.

you don’t know how hard it is to just get up.

to eat.

take a shower.

brush my teeth.

you don’t know how much energy it takes to keep myself from crying when i’m around other people.

god, i don’t know why i flinch away from people when they put theyre hand out for a fucking high five.

because i never got beat

bu...

standards

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in a world full of roses

be a rose

oblige to the standards

curl your frizzy hair

wear that stupid makeup

pull on that fifty dollar shirt

and put that smile back on

because what else are you going to do?

be unique?

in this world

with these standards

with these people

trim those thorns and be as pristine as possible.

but never be too pristine

you can’t be better than the rest.

then your a slu...

where is my happiness?

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but where is my happiness?

when do i get a turn?

when can i shine

without beginning to burn?

i wear more makeup

get more pretty

but where is the light

in the dark of this city?

sure im more pretty

but i was happier then

sure i have friendships

but when will they end?

where is my happiness?

when can i stop pretending?

where did it go?

why is what i had ending?

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Poetry

forever • chapter 5

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5 min read

“You’re naming the horse?” Sierra eyed me suspiciously, watching over me the next day as I prepared another bottle of goat's milk for the foal. “You?”

“Can I not? Do you usually leave your horses unnamed?” My brain was like clockwork all last night, and I was convinced I hadn’t gone to sleep till 2 AM at the least. There was a whole notebook filled with my ideas. I just needed to work up the cour...

Western

Romance

forever • chapter four, part 2

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And just like that, the silence gets filled with quiet sobs as I fell to my knees when I knew no one was around. I didn’t know why I was crying this time. But at the same time, I felt like I needed to. God, I cried even after I promised myself I wouldn’t. There were too many tears recently. Too much sadness. My brain automatically went to blame Ray. And why wouldn’t I, if I were a planet, he was t...

Romance

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forever • chapter four

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“What do you guys say?” Sierra clapped her hands together, startling all our gazes away from the poster she’d laid in front of us.

“I’d say definitely not.” Noah gives a disappointed shake of his head. “Barn dances are for 23-year-olds in an awkward situationship and 50-year-old couples trying to save their marriage.”

She scowls. “And why do you know this?”

Noah grimaces. “I was once that 23-y...

Western

Romance

silence.

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silence.

let that silence ring out for a minute.

let that word hang on your tongue.

seep into your skin

silence is supposed to be quiet

so why does it make everything loud?

too loud.

silence.

let that silence shake your entire being with how suffocating it is

smothering you.

silence is supposed to be quiet.

supposed to cake your being with some sense of temporary peace and content.

bu...

down the garden path

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find me down the garden path

or leave me there to die

i’ve grown, i’ve learned, but most of all

oh, most of all i’ve cried

cried for souls gone without a trace

who gave up much too soon

loosing years of childhood

as my friends tightened the noose

noose, knife, overdose

theyre all one in the same

a way for people to leave this world

but not left as they came

find me down the garden pat...

Poetry

Cliche

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I hate kidnapping stories. People read them for the thrill, but why would you get a thrill from the same story over and over again. A muscular, dark-hair male takes a female for ransom or love. And in the end they always escape. Thats how I am about most things, though. I don’t see the logic in reading or watching something in which you know how it ends. My friends call me crazy, that no one shou...

YA fiction

Crime

forever • chapter three, part 2

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Alma, Clara, Josephine, Sierra and I sit in a semicircle around the appaloosa, trying desperately to save her or at least her baby.

I sit there, feeling helpless and catch Sierra looking the same way. Her face looks distant, but she gives me a nod symbolizing something like respect. But for what? I haven’t done anything.

I heard Clara give a shuddering sigh and my head snaps back to the horse....

Romance

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