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`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´

You may address me as
Tsuya Kabashi

But I sometimes Like to be called

I happen to be

What is in my pants shows I’m

My tastes run toward

the way you do the things you do
The Writer

`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´

I personally Prefer
✔ Coffee
✔ Fine Dining
✔ Quiet

Do you have a death wish
✘ Noisy Disturbances
✘ Disgusting Food
✘ Lack of Caffeine

`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´You cannot discover new oceans unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´

I Live my life by this
"Write because it is the one thing you do best. Any other reason isn't good enough."

"There's only one person who can do what you do, and it's you. So don't let anyone take away what's rightfully yours."

What my past conceals
I have come in search of inspiration for a new novel.

This is me, Deal with it
I can be seen as very short and terse, but only because I take my craft very seriously, and do not tolerate disturbances to my thought process. I love the arts, and thoroughly appreciate well-cooked food and well-written prose. Presenting me with either will quickly catch my attention. Otherwise, I tend to be a bit of a recluse, preferring to watch than to interact. This is how I glean the most inspiration for my writing.

My life is like an open book
I grew up in a household that demanded perfection. My years as a student were long, and were filled with hours upon hours of study and repetition. I did not shy away from these expectations, but I embraced them as a way of life, and have been my own worst critic for as long as I can remember. When I started my career as a writer at age 17, I was met with accolades on all sides. No one had seen such literary prowess from one so young. Most of my time then was spent working on my craft, and I had little time for romance... even so, romance found me and stormed uninvited into my life. For a time, the new emotions that I was experiencing made my writing soar to new heights. It seemed that my climb to success was unstoppable. But that all changed when I fell prey to the worst of romantic experiences - loss. My love fell into a serious illness, and died over the course of two years. Two long years, I watched her wither away... and, as her life faltered, so did my desire to write. My muse died with her. It has been three years since tragedy struck, and after spending all of that time in emptiness and sorrow, I have decided to once again pursue my craft. I heard of the hidden village of Eden that had been recently rediscovered, and decided that there was no better place to seek what had been lost. Now I travel to the Terrena Paradisi Manor in the hopes of rediscovering my lost muse, and finding my heart once again.

`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´All that we see, or all that we seem, is but a dream within a dream.`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´

I am but the dream of