i live in a cupboard-sized dorm room where words always seem to get caught in the walls (or piles of dirty laundry). so, instead of taking crayons or lipstick to the white brick that i would have to pay to have painted over, i'm posting here.
i read voraciously and have been writing images on the insides of my wrists since the age of 6. i hope to have a pictorial representation of two of my favourites tattooed on each one someday. they finally bought me a writers notebook and shipped me off to arts school in the 9th grade. things only went downhill from there.
i enjoy driving aimlessly, darkly beautiful music, matches & the smell of developer. i'm feisty and unpredictable and have been told that my curly red hair suits my personality admirably. this is why i dye it.
i don't wear a watch but my day usually begins around 11pm. if i had my choice i'd be living in a small urban flat with 3 cats & a landlord who makes his own opium. i get along best with girls who say they "get along best with boys". i do not get along with boys.
i'm really just looking for a place to store some of my old writing that i still vaguely enjoy looking back on but don't actually have any use for. & keeping it on my harddrive or in binders with my lit teachers comments scribbled all over it is a little too embarrassing.
FictionPress.com - let the words flow
