I am a figment of your deranged and caffeinated imagination.
I'm 20 something, I know hard to believe expecailly since I'm so petite , but it's the truth.
I adore Anime and Music.
I think better with my headphones on.
My fav. color is blood red.
I love to read.
I also like to draw, mostly any type of art, except paint....too messy.
Anime, Books, Art, Music, Disney, Frank-N-Furter, Beetlejuice, The Joker, Bishes, Horror, Zombies, Mermaids, Silent Hill, Fantasy, The Labyrinth, Repo the Genetic Opera, Dark Knight, Phantom of the Opera, Fifth Element, Stardust, Legends of the Guardians, Joseph Merrick AKA the Elephant Man, Tarrant Hightopp, Severus Snape, Big Bang Theory, Rumpelstilskin, Once Upon A Time, House MD, Pandas, Roses (expecially red), Chocolate, Edible Non Poisonous Food, Candy, Pickles, Sweet Tea, Vampires, Tim Burton Movies, Soundtracks, My Room, My I-pod, Free Time,, Manga.
My Emonic Computer, Preps, Annoying People, Yelling, Fake People, My typing/spelling skillz (don't hate), People who don't listen or understand the word No, Most teachers, Most people, Stress, My thoughts, Math, Bitches, Hoes, Racist People, Discrimination, Abuse, Negativity, Fast Paced, Speed, Cars, Neat Freaks, Stupid people
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't.
And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be.
And what it wouldn't be, it would.
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
But today is a gift,
and that is why it's called the present.
A philosopher once asked,
"Are we human because we gaze at the stars,
or do we gaze at them because we are human?"
Surley, there must be something you desire?
Something that sets your heart aflame and soul on fire?
My skin is kind of sort of brownish pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
but I'm told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
but its silver when its wet,
and all the colors
I am inside have not been invented yet!
It is said there is no sin in killing a beast,
only in killing a man.
But where does one begin?
Guess that's why they called it the human race.
But sometimes it slows down just enough for all the pieces to fall into place.
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