Lucy Robinson

aw, thank you so much for the follow! <3

hey, i wont be uploading for a couple days because ive got rehearsals and performances with my theatre school :) stay pretty

hey everyone, check out my new newtmas one-shots book- 
          'the 12 days of newtmas'

How old are you? I know that sounds creepy but I wanna know 

guess who's going to see the premier of the scorch trials on Thursday?? that's right! moi!! :) *points thumbs at self*

if anybody doesn't know who my background photo is, its Thomas Brodie-Sangster, he is actually the single most sexy thing I have ever seen.

thanks you guys for all voting and commenting on my story: good that-newtmas, also I have fanart for newtmas I did myself, should I add them to the chapters, seeya later cupcakes,
          
          lucy x
          
          (also new chapter for tomorrow )

hey guys I just wanted to share with you the poem I wrote Inspired by the maze runner trilogy, most of you will probably understand the poem:
          
          suicidal;
           i climb the walls of jagged rock,
           to find his heart a melting lock,
           the key to open? i will find,
           in his lost, broken mind,
          
          i hear the moans, across the far,
           i hear them close in, as black as tar,
           but i keep running, do you know why?
           i wont let your dysfunctional body die,
          
          i near in on his path,
           i start to fear, oh what awaits the further near,
           i would hate to find his soul turn black,
           or see the hole where love is lacked,
          
          the cold of night follows me,
           i want to find where my love shall be,
           the shadows of ivy carve the cinder,
           i carry a dagger of iron and timber,
          
          i round a corner, a jagged turn,
           scared to believe what i may learn, 
           a drip, a drop of thick liquid stops,
           a tremble of sound, a body flops,
          
          i scream in pain, i scream in mercy,
           what i see, burns within me,
           i shriek in every inch of my soul,
           a fire blazes like burning coal,
          
          i fumble for a loose garment of cloth,
           to stop the blood flowing from his skin, soft,
           a pool of red thunder engulfs the angel,
           to submerge and eat any blank from any angle,
          
          the boy lye's lifeless, a train of skin and blood and bones,
           his leg crushed into millions of pebbles and stones,
           his sickly pale skin looks in defeat,
           that's when i all is silent but a single heartbeat,
          
          i thought it was mine,
           but no, i had stopped breathing,
           he was far from fine,
           his rich crimson, internal bleeding,
          
          but there was still hope, for the boy i love,
           no! his life had not had enough!
           he was still alive, all things aside though,
           the boy i love, is suicidal.

heyyy it's meg! 

hey Lucy, shi Kala friend