Or, like the thief of fire from heaven,
Wilt thou withstand the shock?
And share with him - the unforgiven -
His vulture and his rock?
-Byron

i am made of wood
and my voice gets
stuck in my larynx
but it's all good,
'cause my fingers
are hardwood oak
and cannot be
stopped by the likes
of this keyboard.

likes: music. also, writing, video games, plants, transcendentalism, computer programming, not failing school, ska, jazz, coding, food, rock, classical, big band, fixing things, caffeine.
dislikes: migraines, balloons, bees, needles, writing properly, chemical solubility rules, sloppy code.

mi havas pertubo en miaj ostojn

little update: my life has currently generated into writing smut, fanfics, smutty fanfics, surviving university, and possibly dying. i hear voices more and more, and i've talked to most of the right side of my body. please don't set your expectations too high for me.