Post by Robyn Marx on Jul 27, 2012 13:12:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=background-color: #302B2B; border: 5px solid #883A48; width: 400px; border-radius: 50px 75px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 75px 0px 50px; margin: 35px 0px 0px 50px;] [STYLE=float: left; background: url(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i342/demilovatoluver223/Victoria-Justice-Icon.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #883A48; border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 20px; margin: -25px 0px 0px -25px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #A05668; font-family: georgia; font-size: 32px; font-style: none; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: left; line-height: 24px; margin: 10px 0px 0px 85px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #A05668; width: 290px; padding: 0px 0px 0px 5px;] TAKE ME, I'M ALIVE [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #464040; width: 260px; height: 40px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 30px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 85px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 8px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797;] i never was a girl with a wicked mind, but everything looks better when the sun goes down, i had everything, opportunities for eternity, and i could belong to the night. eyes, your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes. you make me wanna die, i'll never be good enough. [/style] [STYLE=margin: 0px 20px 0px 20px; width: 360px;] [STYLE=margin: -10px 0px 0px 0px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]tagged,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]you there ![/style] [STYLE=margin: -34px 0px 0px 180px; width: 180px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]words,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 180px; background-color: #464040; width: 160px; padding: 5px 10px 5px 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;]339[/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]in character,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9.5px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;] A sigh blew through my lips as I flopped across my bed, nothing to do. As I gazed around the bedroom, I spotted the television remote, and grabbed it. I pressed the red power button and watched the screen light up with a movie commercial. My chocolate brown eyes widened, and I knew what I could do to keep my boredom at bay: the movies! I pulled myself off from the magenta sheets, and straighten them to the way I had came to them. With my feet standing in the dark brown carpeted floor, I brushed across towards the closet, pursing my lips during the short trip. I threw the glass double doors open, and flipped on the lightswitch to see my clothes clearly. I smirked, and selected a black striped fedora,along with my blue toms, and shut the doors. What? You thought my clothes were in there? Hardly. Those were dresses and formal skirts and whatnot~! I crossed over to my cherrywood dresser and slid open the top drawer. Setting my hat aside, I pulled a dark gray v-neck tee with short sleeves. A smile crept over my lips, and pushed the top drawer back to open the third one. I chose some white jean shorts. Once I was fully dressed, I gazed at myself in the mirror, admiring my outfit. I smiled to myself, pulled my hair up in a ponytail, and applied some brown and gold eyeshadow. Brushing on black mascara on my eyelashes, I then finished my makeup off with some chapstick. And to top it all off, I put on my fedora and aviators. Slipping out of the house, I pulled myself into my silver Prius and drove off towards the shopping center. The drive was uneventful and dry, of course, there were the occasional horn honks and road-raging drivers. But besides the point, nothing was fun. Driving had always been like a chore to me. I stepped out of the car, and locked it in the parking lot. I breathed, realizing how hot today was. Oh well. I strode across the dark asphalt, the sun beating down on everything in its path. God. I trudged up to the ticket booth, and waited patiently in line. This extremely long line. I knew what to see, though; Dark Knight Rises, all the way. The shooting in Colorado didn't shake me, though. I was fine. [/style] [STYLE=margin: -26px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #A05668; text-align: left;]notes,[/style] [STYLE=margin: -4px 0px 0px 0px; background-color: #464040; padding: 10px; height: 30px; overflow: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9E9797; text-align: justify;] lyrics from the pretty reckless's make me wanna die.[/style] [/style] [/style] [STYLE=margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;] template by DARKEE of BTN.[/style] |
