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Amilya has a minion!
Pip the Doogle
Pip the Doogle
Amilya
Legacy Name: Amilya
The Nostalgic Mallarchy
Owner: nervous
Age: 7 years, 6 months, 2 weeks
Born: September 8th, 2016
Adopted: 1 year, 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: May 4th, 2022
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 20
- Defense: 21
- Speed: 18
- Health: 20
- HP: 17/20
- Intelligence: 100
- Books Read: 100
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Amilya
Gender: Female
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Red
Location: Ozarks, Missouri, USA
Age: 24
Favorite color: Green
Hobbies: Photography, animal care, music
Pets: An old mutt named Pip
Favorite Artists: Now, Now, Bjork, Daughter, Lydia, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Nicole Dollanganger, Bon Iver
See playlist.
So I thought.
When I was little, I started this habit of sitting in the field behind my neighborhood on the hill that overlooked all the houses on my block. I liked to pick clover flowers and twist their stems together to make flower crowns for myself, but they never lasted that long. The clovers would wild and die in a couple of hours anyway, but it was just something I did to keep my hands busy, I think.
The sitting in the field never ended, even when my legs got long and I started growing my hair out. I was still wearing the same shoes as I always had, except they had holes in the bottoms and the laces were frayed on the ends.
I've never had many friends. I guess I started out as a loner really young and never got over it. I'm not sure if being a loner is something I chose to do, or other people chose that for me. But I don't mind being alone most of the time. At least I can keep my heart for myself. I don't know if I can lose another person. I don't think I'd make it through that this time.
Pretty neighborhoods you learn to much to hold, believe it not, and fight the tears with pretty smiles and lies about the times.
I sat in the field and looked out at all the houses that pointed up to the overcast, bleached out sky. I couldn't remember the last time I saw the sun come out, and it still hasn't rained, but when the wind blows, I get the slight smell of something woodsy, and I like to think he's here sitting with me.
There are eight houses on my block and they all look the same. I know that each house holds different people, and to me, people hold entire worlds inside of them. They just cram it all under a brown roof and keep hidden behind their white fences. I wondered then, out of those eight houses, if anyone else was hurting. I don't want people to hurt, but sometimes I just wish I had somebody on my side. I want to know that I'm not alone in this. When my shorts are wet from the dew on the grass, I stand up and start back for my own house, where I will cram myself under a brown roof and keep hidden behind my white fence.
I've lost a lot. I've suffered a lot. A year went by, five, seven. Things never got better, I just got better at pretending they did. People say that a lot, "time heals all wounds," but they never tell you how much time. When I find out, when my wounds start to heal, I will let you know.
Devil Like Me - Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Skinny Love - Birdy
Milk & Honey - Billie Marten
Daylily - Movements
Hospital - Lydia
Linger - The Cranberries
violet light - Raised by Swans
Twins - Gem Club
Sleeper - whenyoung
Flaming Hot Cheetos - Clairo
You Are The Moon - The Hush Sound
We Only Attack Ourselves - Funeral Suits
Credits
Template by FallenSamurai
Edits and story by nervous
Lyrics by Flyleaf - So I Thought
Art by Azalea on DeviantArt
Images by Joseph Pearson Unsplash Royalty Free
Fonts by googlefonts
Pet Treasure
Hessian and Lace Bunny Plushie
Survival Pair of Daisies
Hippo Squishy Doll
Hessian and Lace Turtle Beanbag
Hessian and Lace Snake Beanbag
Hessian and Lace Owl Beanbag
Hessian and Lace Mouse Beanbag
Hessian and Lace Flower Plushie
Hessian and Lace Fish Beanbag
Hessian and Lace Butterfly Plushie
Autumn Striped Journal
Hessian and Lace Bug Catcher Plushie
Green Variety Seed Packet
Frosted Foliage Socks
Floating Candle Lights
Daisy Flower Pressing
Classic Floral Arrangement
Bountiful Brown Foragers Apron
Book of Spirit Photography
Belladonna