#danithelittleshit

[divine-peach]

past life reading for @danithelilshit

Memory:

“Watch it!” I hear the voice before I feel the shove, someone's arm pushing my whole self forward and if I had a cup of coffee on me then, it would have split all over the sidewalk. “Hey!” I shout back disgruntled, rubbing the back of my head, my fingers curling around my brown locks. The man turns back to shoot me a look filled with venom before rushing off to do whatever he does. I swallow down the urge to stick my tongue out at him, my body itching for some retribution. Dick... Jerk, my mind supplies at the same time and I resist the urge to stomp my foot like a petulant little child. Dick, my mind settles the matter firmly. I narrow my eyes before sighing, letting go of my anger. It wouldn’t do me any good to be angry at walking passers-by, it was bloody New York for god’s sake, I would have to be mad at everyone!

I look down at the grey sidewalk, distantly noticing the loud noises of the traffic, the beeps and squeals of tires, before sighing again and glancing up at the tall skyscrapers whose windows glittered in the sun. Ugly yet also oddly beautiful at the same time. Home, my mind supplied. I smile minutely, a small tug of my lips. Well, time to get to business then, I think to myself staring at the back of other people’s heads as they walk by. It’s strange to think..., my mind whispers unhelpfully, not able to put to words an understanding of how strange people are, how fascinating we are. We all have hidden thoughts and stories people will never know, secrets we’ll take to our graves. I’m slightly taken back by the sudden morbid turn of my mind, before glancing at the pedestrian crossing. I go to cross, merging with the herd of people that step onto the road. Sunlight jumps off the yellow cabs and the shiny metal of the motorcycles. I narrowly dodged getting elbowed again as a stream of people crosses from the other side, seemingly heading straight into us. I sigh, relieved as I survive the ordeal that was crossing the road. I still had 5 more blocks to get through before I could get to work. I wrinkle my nose at the thought of working, slightly repulsed at the idea of working a 9-5 desk job, every day. How monotonous. I would rather be in a dancers studio, soft music coming from the radio speakers and light spilling onto the open brick wall, accompanied by the smell of the rosin and the feeling of satin.

I sigh, hands shaking and the tell-tale feeling of tears pricking my eyes. That was nothing more than a pipe dream, a fantasy for us ordinary folk. I angrily wipe away anything that slipped past my solid reserve, before continuing the walk down to my job. America, the land where dreams stayed dreams.        

Appearance:

Your frame was petite for someone who was 5′7. You had lovely auburn hair that complimented your sweet green eyes. When it wasn’t styled, your hair was slightly wavy, with the occasional curl here and there. You often wore your hair down if you could. You were often told you were a natural beauty, which helped you get noticed a lot when you were growing up. You had slight freckles that ran over your nose and spilled onto your cheeks, faint, however. You had pale pink lips, though often wore red lipstick and applied black mascara to your lashes.

In the memory, you wore a grey suit dress: A slate grey blazer accompanied by a long skirt. You found grey to be quite a dull colour, therefore in your mind, it complemented your equally dull job. When you could, you loved to wear anything of colour, preferring a world of colour and passion as opposed to the grey of business. You painted your nails often, really taking care of them.  

Traits & Characteristics:

Often getting lost into your own head, you were quite the dreamer. You were a passionate person, with a giant, burning inner flame. If you didn’t get your way, you often acted quite child-like about it. You had a very easy-going charm about you, which drew and comforted many people, often attracting a large crowd wherever you went. You had a strong drive and liked having clear set goals you could aim - you knew what you wanted.

You were considered to be fairly sweet and caring towards your friends and loved ones, even with strangers. Nurture was a big part of your aspect and you often found yourself the helpful shoulder others could lean or cry upon.

You were quite secretive, not on purpose but you didn’t feel the need to wear your heart on your sleeve. Other’s considered you quite the enigma, which only enforced your appeal to them.

You hated anything dull or boring, preferring to pursue your interests and passions. You felt lively when dancing, anything involving movement was your forte. You liked to live life fast-paced, always eager to reach the next stage of things.

Major Themes:

Dreams

Freedom

Passion

Travel

Hope

Will and Motivation

Notes:

This life was set in New York City. You often viewed it as a city of colour, but at times when life was dull and hard, you often thought you saw the city in monochrome.

The memory was set somewhere in the 1950′s. You were quite young, late 20′s or early 30′s.

Major Scorpio and Leo vibes, though could be mistaken for Aries and Sagittarius energy.

Often nicknamed Rose or a variation of, mostly stemming from childhood, referring to your beauty.

You had a strange relationship with your mother, who was very present in your life. You often felt comforted but also stifled by her. Sometimes she was overbearing, but sometimes she was just whom you needed.

Your mother was fiercely protective of you.

You loved anything that got your moving, finding freedom in the physical energy that was exerted.

You may have known German from either your father or grandfather. Often spoke it a lot when you were younger, but not so much when you were older. Your father featured more often in your memories as this black & white picture of him, rather of him physically.

The city was new to you, though you tried hard to make it your home, though often missed the greener landscape of your childhood.