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Young Writers Society


my shadow grows taller along with my fears


About Passenger:

Hi.

You're supposed to write biographies in 3rd person POV, but I'm a rebel.

I'm your average girl, accompanied by a few quirks that you'll immediately become aware of upon meeting me (e.g. reciting movie lines word-for-word, pretending my story characters are real people, maintaining textual indecision about using "lol" or "haha", saying "also" too much, awkwardly repeating your words in song, awarding myself virtual points, imagining the things you say as famous quotes, blurting references you won't understand, leaving for long periods of time without notice, obsessively editing, doling out sarcasm, acting stupidly insecure, laughing too much, not laughing enough, and various others). I am also a ball of stress.

I honestly wish I was better at writing these.

I would probably have more friends.


Interests

Writing, Editing, Photography, Art, Soccer, and Music! (Circle the one that doesn't belong!)

Occupation

Student / Waitress


"The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein