Words that describe me on Thursdays to Sundays: easily seduced by top-hats, crippling fear of the afterlife, laughs at important things and cries at silly things, wishes she was living sometime else, dresses in sequined shoes. I am also teenaged and soemone who writes about death like it's her next-door neighbour and always imagined Poe to be brooding and delicious. I have always wanted to play Mrs. Lovett in Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
Words that describe me on Mondays to Thursdays: twin, Aquarius, confused about life, fearing the Apocalypse, running on caffeine, teenaged. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood is pretty much my bible and I have always wanted to read tarot cards. I'm listening to Your Ex-lover's Dead by Stars. I have always wanted to play Lady Macbeth. My inspirations are whimsical so stories will not come at a steady rate. People who can just produce stories constantly, like knives from their sleeves, are most likely fem-bots.
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