Tumblr Girl (Rough)
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the arts and humanities building up the hill up the stairs, through the glass doors to my right up more stays to my right. One's more. A girl comes here before we make our way there. Separately, we sit across from each other. She on the floor. I own a share. She looks so artistic, sitting there so raw, so uninterested. I sit there and I stare at her without staring at her. She has this sweet, melancholic or about her. Crown her with an assortment of flowers. Give her a pair bellbottoms and a silver heart necklace. And she looked like she was fresh out of Woodstock circuit in 1969. She's beautiful. Every now and again. She pairs up sometimes, I mean sometimes directly at my camera lens with a somewhat yearning, provocative stare. But she never says a word. Devise a blue or grey grayish blue. Is that even possible? It feels like she's trying to tell me something. Was I undersea? Does she know I'm watching her? Does she like the last day? It feels as though I know her, even though I've never said a word to her. If I could borrow only a few minutes of her precious time just to talkto it instead of in terrorize. I feel as though I'm marble that what I'd find. She's a work of art living, breathing, painting and a pair of blue jeans. I see this girl. There's nothing average about her sitting in a corner, waiting the pounds waiting to come alive.