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Rose_Fire


Call me Kris. I am the kind of girl who likes to watch Mlp, Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Star Vs. The Forces of Evil, Gravity Falls and Anime. I adore dramatical, romantic stories, and Creepypasta

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  • 303 weeks
    How Awkward

    I've been on Quotev and Wattpad for the past few weeks, not really typing mlp stuff like my sister Candy does. Turns out, a couple of my stories on Quotev have gotten recognized a lot. For those of you that somehow still follow me, thanks. I really mean that. I've been more active on FimFiction than you'd think.

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  • 312 weeks
    Sorry (a-frickin'-gain)

    Yeah, it's been two weeks... sorry guys.
    Been kinda busy... lol srsly, I apologize too much.
    So, I'm going to make this less awkward and watch Attack On Titan..... BYE!

    :rainbowwild::scootangel:

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  • 312 weeks
    Ok, this is AMAZING!!!

    Listen to this, it's awesome! Woo!

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  • 319 weeks
    So...... Thank You

    I have thanked all of my sister's followers, some of you may know. To be honest, I didn't only do it as an act of kindness, but because my sister, Candy, is a really good person at heart. And sometimes she doesn't feel influenced enough, or encouraged. We both lack confidence.

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  • 321 weeks
    October 2nd

    So my BDAY is Friday... meh. Candy's is, too.

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Sep
26th
2015

Elasticity (A poem by me) · 2:38am Sep 26th, 2015

Elasticity

I was doing yoga since I was 7. I was in gymnastics for 8 years, then I joined ballet.
Splits. Cartwheels. Balance with one leg all the way up in the air. Just name it.
'She's elastic! There isn't a bone in her body!' Is what I'd always hear people say.
'She's always dedicated to work her best.' My instructors would tell them.
Oh, I did my best alright. And it was painful.
'Well of course, it's painful. You're doing so much.'
I am first to admit that I am. But I mean pain.
'Sorry, I can't make it, I've got practice.'
I had to skip meals for days at a time. I'd stretch my muscles to their farthest content.
My toes would bleed from balancing on them so much.
I'd tell myself, 'again'. I began losing weight, thinking it was good for me; not as much weight on my feet.
I had lost days of sleep. My eyes always had bags. I always had to apply more and more makeup.
My schedule had to be elastic. School, yoga, gymnastics, ballet. Everyday.
But I didn't do it for nothing.
My poor mother. She was more dedicated than I was.
She was always the most flexible in her classes. The one with the perfect angle.
I just wanted to make her proud of me. To be like her.
She was an elegant woman. I had gotten no trait of hers other than flexibility.
My mother had developed a bone disease, it made her weak.
She couldn't dance; do a simple split. Eventually she couldn't even walk on her own.
I was always the wall flower. The girl with no skills. And I had nothing to prove myself to her with.
I developed anorexia. I was getting weaker by the day. I couldn't dance anymore.
My schedule was elastic; pills, tests, tubes, sleep, pills. Everyday.
Like mother, like daughter.

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