Thanks for anyone who's ever (and is) supporting me, my writing, and my stories, and who absoloutely loves me!

Female. American. British at heart. Art. Music. Photography. Horror movies. Literature. Musicals. Short shorts. T-shirts to bed. Boys with bed hair. Lace. The strange. Tats. Zombies. Fishnets. Piercings. Pin up. Vintage. 1920s, 1950s, 1980s. I'm really into victorianindustrialism. Stereotypes generally grasp just that, the generality of a person's being or who they are trying to be, and I believe the little things are what make people special, just like how little things can completely make my day. I believe that everything is what you make of it, and dreams and daydreams are essential to my functioning. I could really care less what people I don't know or don't care about think of me, and you're wasting your time insulting me. You'll be blown off and out-witted, and generally made fun of later if I even still remember. On the other hand, stars are beautiful. They sit there all day fixed in the sky, hidden from sight, and then at night come out to play, shining their brightest. It's magical, and I couldn't care less if that makes me a complete sap. I am extremely attracted to rebellion, body art, british boys that can sing, long hair, the smell of tea, Fierce (holy crap), piercings, swingsets, colors, gothic-themed items, cute things, gothic and cute things, bassists, ideas, raspberries, morbid things, and realistic romance.

If only you weren’t just like Peter Pan’s shadow, always slipping out of my grasp. If only you were exactly like Peter Pan’s shadow and I could sew you to the bottom of my feet so you could never run away and leave me. Maybe then you’d be all mine. - .Wanting.A.Heart.

You wish for something you don’t really want, the dream says. Bad dream. Punish him. Chase him from the house. Tie him to the horses. Let him run with them. Hang him. He deserves it. Feed him mushrooms. Poisonous ones. – Paavo Haavikko TheTreesBreatheGently

So often it is words or pictures that first tell us what we long for. - Inkdeath

Favorite:
Color - Yellow
Hobby - tie between art, musicals, photography, and stargazing.
Band - I am of many tastes, so it would be absolutely impossible for me to choose. (Every Across the Universe cover is on a continual loop in my head right now. I regret nothing.)
People - I'd rather live, thanks.
Authors - Kaleb Nation, Tolkien, Paavo Haavikko, Emily Dickinson, Shakespeare, Rick Riordan, JK Rowling, Edgar Allen Poe, blah blah blah. :3
Shape - crescents, squares, triangles, stars
Common Household Object - tinfoil
Punctuation - exclamation points. so few excitements, so little time...
Constellation - Gemini and Orion

“Any room I’m in is a sexroom. Because I’m Emmett Cullen.”

"Maybe you're just wrong." "And maybe you're just stupid."

"That doesn't prove anything, I know plenty of stupid people that make good grades."

"I love you for hating those girls that I hate for petty reasons, just because I hate them. That's loyalty."

"But Christy said we can't sing it, cause it sounds bad." "It IS bad." "That's what I told her!"

"OMIGOD, HE'S IN THE CAR BEHIND US! THAT'S HIM ISN'T IT?!" :both pressed up against the glass: "If you girls are trying to be coy, it's not working. o_O"

"Why are you sitting in Katie's lap?" "Why do you care?" "Because it looks extremely awkward when you're both wearing bikinis in a hot tub." "You're just mad because we didn't invite you." "THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!"

"So he's a schmuck." "As a matter of fact, he's a total schmuck. How did you know?" "He let you go. It's not a hard one to figure out Iris."