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Hello there!!! Welcome to my place!!!

Hey there! Thanks for dropping by! If you eat tacos, stop reading and kindly escort yourself to the nearest door or portal of Death, both work. Just don't eat tacos. So I'm a taco, that is my species. Uh...yeah. I'm also a king, a king of tacos. See? I'm cool. If you're reading this it either means
a) You care about me (awwwww lyt <3<3<3)

b) You've never seen me before in which case please enjoy you're visit and I promise I'm not weird (well that's debatable, no shut up thoughts that are probably right)

c) I'm dead (in which case my parents have probably taken away my devices or I'm dead irl, but this is less likely. If I do die irl I will let all of you know)


writing(duh), reading, coding, playing with my dog, photography


OC Torturer


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights