𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍.

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❝i really wish I could hug you right now. ❞

❝i know

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❝i know.❞

— aconite girl
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     ☆ WITH A HEART DIPPED IN HONEY AND A SMILE DUSTED WITH JEWELS, most people presume that Hannah Amoux is perfect

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WITH A HEART DIPPED IN HONEY AND A SMILE DUSTED WITH JEWELS, most people presume that Hannah Amoux is perfect. Those that come in contact with the walking, talking ray of sunshine assume that her life is a blissful paradise that she floats in, getting everything handed to her and being blessed by everyone around her. People presume that the worst dilemmas she's ever faced was deciding between cherry or strawberry lip gloss... or which date to take to the winter formal. They think her life is cotton candy and fucking rainbows.

      But, how can you not ? She appears to have the perfect two parent household, a doting father and mother behind the white picket fence. Her mother a doctor, her father a lawyer. She has the perfect little fluffy dog named after an admired pop cultural figure ... Cher. She had the cute boyfriend.. the star of the football team. She has the clique and the admiration of all the parents. She's the "oh, Hannah's gonna be there so you know it won't get too wild" girl.  It seemed like her life was perfect, so of course people gave her incredulous looks when she voiced her sadness and discontent.

     But... behind that white picket fence,inside that ecru colored house on Mango Street, was anything and everything but perfection and simplicity . Inside that house is a father who makes backhanded remarks about her mother's sexuality... inside that house is a father who is so obsessed with prepping her for the  "ritus of odbuco" (whatever the fuck that means) that he hardly even bothers to get to know his daughter. He sees her as a thing rather than a person.. something to add to the perfect image he himself is trying to create and maintain. There's a mother who looks at her daughter with a smile that doesn't reach her knowing eyes... she loves her more than anything but she can't help but wonder if she was selfish for wanting a child so much that she was willing to let them be victims to the generational curse that would be passed down. The loving mother looks at her husband with rage, cursing him and her mother and his two parents and life for making this "lovely union" happen. Her same mother looks pointedly at her father while Hannah is murmuring excitedly about her passed chemistry exam in the seat next to her... and makes him discreetly spit black blood into his napkin over their perfect dinner.

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