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Thanks for visiting my dA profile! I'm an average young woman in a relationship with Jesus Christ. I'm saved by grace, not by good works.

I dabble in art, photography and writing, and I sing and play guitar for the Lord. I have an amazing boyfriend, G, whom I cherish and love dearly. I am adopted. I am a Disney and BBC fanatic. Hmm... what else? Some of my other hobbies include listening to Relient K or the Beatles, solving Rubik's cubes, drinking tea, and procrastinating.

Please notice: all artwork on this page, unless otherwise clearly specified, belongs to me. Please do not claim any of this as your own.
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Hi all,
Haven't been here in a long time. While I was at Disney last month (the 20th more precisely), my G gave me a promise ring! My family was excited to see the ring when I visited them.

G loved the exploding box I made him (pictures to be posted later). We have gotten to know each other much better.

Today I went dress browsing for fun, and ended up buying.

Just a little excited.

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              Two days before the rehearsal dinner, Juliet pulled Aiken aside from his unboxing. He was obsessed with it. Determined there would be no more tedious chores until well past the wedding. The reception was catered and had hired help to break down after the festivities were done.

               “But I’ve almost got that box finished,” he explained. “Just a few more after that, and I’ll be all unpacked. Tomorrow I’ve got a full day in at Tesco. Can’t this wait?”

              She quieted him with a brush of her fingers. “No, it can’t.” Resigning, Aiken sighed and followed her to the small kitchen. She had the kettle on. Bless her. With experienced hands, she grabbed two cups and filled their hollow stomachs with tea and cream. “Sugar?”

               “Never.” Juliet added a spoonful of sugar to hers. She always took tea with a touch of sweetness. For a few minutes they held their cups in their hands, blowing away the rising steam to pass the time.

               “I want to apologize to you formally, and so I’ve made tea. It’s the best I can do, till we get this wedding paid off and our finances even out.”

              He roughhoused his beard—it needed a trim. “Juliet, you haven’t got any reason to ask for forgiveness.” He had begun sipping, and as a result dotted his moustache with droplets of tea.

               “I know I haven’t. We’ve discussed this thoroughly, but this is the first time it’s affected me. It’s burdening. If I’d have known, I would have waited for you. Or at least, put more effort into the idea.”

               “Love—”

               “Who would have thought a newly-converted Christian man, would be dating a woman who lost her virginity in sixth form? I never felt it before but now I feel ashamed. Absolutely horrified. I dated a lot of men, darling, and you have a right to know. Eleven! I got around. Eleven partners. Good old brass door, I was. What kept you so well freed-up?”

              Aiken hesitated for a moment. “My aunt. The Christian thing is new—you know I’m getting used to it as much as you are. But mainly, I was too busy trying to change myself.”

              He finished his cup. When his fiancée reached for it, in order to wash it, he caught her hand and enveloped it. The ring—the small fortune he would be paying off till their five-year anniversary—was crooked, and he straightened it thoughtfully.

              Groaning beneath the weight of her thoughts, Juliet let them escape her lips. “I mean, you know all of this already. But we’re getting married, right quick, and thinking about how I lived my life is frustrating.”

               “You’re telling me. I wasted all of those freed-up years being self-absorbed, just in different ways than before. That’s time I could have had with my sister. Pain in the bottle to think about.”

               “But if you weren’t so hardheaded, you wouldn’t have flown to Heathrow with her and met me.”

               “Duly noted,” Aiken chuckled.

               “I’m terribly sorry that you won’t be my, you know. First.”

               “Oh, would you shut up about it, already? I don’t care. I love you for you. Now, give me a hand with these last few boxes and we’ll call it a night.” Pleased with his subject change, Juliet collected their dirtied dishes and rinsed them in the silver sink. “After all, at least someone will know what they’re doing.”

              He nudged her hips and Juliet guffawed. Suds were slung across Aiken’s jumper. “Oi, chastity-man! I don’t want to hear anything like that from your mouth for another three days! Get a move on with your chores, then!”
Coming Around
Rhyming slang is perhaps my new favorite thing. ^^

I have this underlying desire to continue working on my novel, but I haven't once put any effort into it. I did, however, delete a horrible preliminary version of this in order to hammer this out instead.

I sometimes wonder if my fascination with an imaginary bearded guy, made way for my fascination for my real guy. If so... that would explain a lot.

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Anberlin: "God Drugs & Sex".
she's veiled in white, waiting for that aisle // got my veil today

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Goodnight, it states.

I leave behind me this world of wonder and sorrow.

           One for every time he had administered his affection—one for each foul utterance over the past few days, as she had started taking count—one for each negative voice vying for attention. Claw marks of evilest words.

           The paper began its task stark white, but as it nears the end of its use, its pure color is interrupted by splatters of red. Tears of pain from her veins.


Don’t tell my parents I am here, she whispered.

Of course not, the friend replied, shutting fast the door. What happened between you and them? Is everything okay?

Yes. Please just let me stay here for a night or two.


           Those few nights evolved into a week and a half. Her phone stays in the corner of the living room, shut off to avoid what must now be hundreds of messages. Undoubtedly her parents have called dozens of times. They have, of course, dialed up every friend of hers they can think of. They haven’t dared involve him, the spark to the fire which blazes so uncontrollably.

Shouldn’t you check your phone, in case you miss something important?

           Fortunately, her parents don’t remember this friend. There have been no home-phone calls to the parents. No panicked faces. The closet floor is her bed, so she can shut herself up and pretend she hasn’t lived in a new home for the past nine days.

           It is four in the morning, and as the household sleeps, she nicks the final slice in her body. Blood spills from every cut, on every limb—and forms small puddles on the tiled floor and the countertop she leans against. Her fingers shake the pencil away—how jittery one is after injuring oneself in such a way—and brush the tangled hair out of her eyes.

           “How did you get to this point?” Almost sighing, she instead braves a last, shattered smile and slips into the collected pools of blood on the floor.


It’s not a big deal. Everybody experiments with their lover.

You weren’t there. You don’t know my parents. I think they disowned me. Her words were without feeling.

So you were caught, the friend said. At least you have somebody.

You don’t understand. What they said about me… Us… How they treated me… How they screamed…
They don’t want me. I’m sure he doesn’t, either, anymore.



           “I’ve been hiding her. She’s been here, with me. I’m sorry to call so late, but you need to know that she’s on her way to the hospital. No, I can’t really tell you why… but she told me her parents aren’t to know. No. Don’t tell him, either.”

           Her friend frantically calls the first person in the girl’s text list, no matter that it was five in the morning. Having heard the thump of something in the bathroom, and expecting the dog, she found instead the girl.


Goodnight. I leave behind me this world of wonder and sorrow. I’m sorry I could not better contribute to it. I guess selfish tendencies got in the way. I hate the choices I made. Tell him I love him more than the stars. He should not see me this way. Tell him I would do it all over again. Tell him we would have a future together. Just tell my parents that I am sorry I was not a better little girl.


           “Oh, God, she’s awake. Oh, God!”

           True to the words, she opens her eyes to the stark white of a hospital room. The displeasure of physical pain and presence floods her eyes.

           “Can you hear me?” another friend cries. She simply looks over and squints her eyes closed, wishing away the humiliation and guilt that is sure to arrive.

           “Your parents don’t know, and neither does he. Are you okay?”

           In reply, she throws up and cries.


           Words don’t come out of her throat. Her phone, the abandoned relic in the living room, is now her lifeline and connection to the loved ones she ignored. Three-hundred text messages and seventy missed calls. She does not reply, and in fact deletes most of these. The only ones she saves are from her close friends, and from him.

           Rather than return home and finally let her parents know she is alive—though unwell—her home is with another friend. Everyone is in the dark. The few friends who are aware of the suicide attempt are sworn to secrecy by sticky notes, as her throat refuses to let words arise.

           Fear keeps her lips sealed. On her body, it’s a mixture of scabs and stitches.


           “I’m glad you’re staying with me. Glad you’re okay.”

Hi. I’m okay. Sorry I ignored you. Meet me?

He texts back almost immediately. Oh my God. I thought you were dead…literally.

           She nods at her friend, who pours out boiled water into mugs. A mug is offered her and she sips at it with no regard to the scalding of her tongue.


           “We’re meeting him at Starbucks, right?”

           She nods in the back seat, zipped tight in a hoodie much too hot for this climate.

           “Double date?”

           Another nod. Her friend’s boyfriend sits up front, too. The cars on the other side of the road zoom by. It would be easier to open the door and jump into their flow than to grab a hot drink with him. After all, he has no idea.


           Muffled by espresso machines and whirring conversations, the late-night hours are well-suited for nervous meetings. The three walk in and meet him at a table, originally meant for two. The surprise is unwelcome, but his relief upon seeing her is unmistakable. It’s as if a boulder was removed from his shoulder. She considers waving but doesn’t in the end.

           He rushes in to hug her, but she carefully steps out of his path. “It was just going to be us. We need to talk privately,” he adds, seeing her disdainful look.

           “They stay. Please.” The words are rough as they slide through her teeth.

           His sigh is accepting, if only somewhat. The four sit and wait for conversation to start. Someone grabs coffees—one of the friends. They are handed out, nervously sipped, and awkwardly held. He waits for her to speak, but she only succeeds in staring at a freckle on his neck.

           “Aren’t you going to explain where you’ve been?”

           “Wait—” the friend gasps.

           There are no words fitting to describe just what happened next. Eyes wide with deer-in-the-headlights terror, she pulls one of her sleeves up to her elbow and waits for the criticism to dial in. Instead, there are near tears.

           “Why would you?” he asks, after three solid minutes of sliding his eyes between her tattered forearm and her paper-white face.

           She tugs the sleeve down and chokes back tears, partially from the pain. “Because I’m not perfect.”

           “But baby, that’s exactly why I love you,” he sobs.
Why I love you.
Mature for self-harm and trigger warnings.

I haven't written in months.
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dedede63 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2015  Student General Artist
thank you for the llama!
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MSTieMiss Featured By Owner May 5, 2015  Student Artist
Thank you for the fave!
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ParalyticProcess Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for faving "The Loneliest September" and "A Writer's Soul on Paper." I really appreciate it! :)
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sceneecupcake Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2015
You're welcome! I haven't had the time to browse your other submissions, but they seem lovely. < 3
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pliskinn Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi Sarah. Thanks for the fave. Great gallery ;)
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sceneecupcake Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2015
Hi, not a problem! And thank you! ^^
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pliskinn Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Yw :)
I added you as my friend, if you don't mind ;)
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sceneecupcake Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2015
Oh I don't mind! :)
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HONDTangled Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconmerciplz: how are you my friend?!?!!? i havent heard from you in a while!!!!
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sceneecupcake Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015
I'm sorry! :cri: sometimes I get really shy when I don't communicate with people and I sort of stop talking... so hi again! I hope you're doing well. ^^;
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