I am that person your mother would pretend to love, but really hate.
'We will never believe again, kick drum beating in my chest again, oh, we will never believe in anything again, preach electric to a microphone stand.'
I love pale eyes, of any color. I could gaze into them for hours.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
When I was about 8 or 9 my best friend and I whilst on a sleepover decided it would be fun to get some scissors and chop all the long beautiful curly hair off of my expensive porcelain dolls given to me by my grandmother. Lol we were busted when my mom found mounds of doll hair shoved underneath my bed. It would be a given to say that she was not very happy at all that night......or that month..... 8D *daydreamer
"A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere." ~courtesy of one of history's funniest men, Groucho Marx. ^_^
Well if they were expensive, she would have been. I hate US history. I made mango pie once. I have written 5 versions (I think) of the novel I'm working on, each one unfinished.
When I was seven, a friend of my mothers asked if I could be a flower girl in her wedding. I said no, because I didn't want to wear a dress. My sister ended up doing it instead, and she said it was fun. But I still stand by my decision.
"A superman ... is, on account of certain superior qualities inherent in him, exempted from the ordinary laws which govern men. He is not liable for anything he may do." Nathan Leopold
I have a (many say unhealthy) obsession over Steven Tyler *Note my signature and picture. Hahaha.* (I look at their website everyday in hope that Aerosmith will have a concert near where I live.)
A lot of people tell me I look like Drew Barrymore.
Someone I go to school with once told me my eyes look like marble (like the stuff you use for counter tops), another person has said it looks like I have bubbles in my eyes, and another person said it looks like I have polka dots in my eyes.
I'm not afraid to make an idiot of myself.
I hate the number seven. (I mean seriously. Ssssssss-eh-vvvv-in. It's just an awful number)
Flower~Child is on here because of me. I was the one who urged her to join. Go me. XD
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
I hate the color pink, but I've been wearing the same pink tongue ring for two months.
Never forget who you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
