I'm back from vacation... and I can slalom ski!!!! w

I have long hair, long lashes, and am an animated, fun person. I'm very opinionated, but I like to hear other's views.


To make a short story a bit longer: I was born.
It was all downhill from there. Speaking about downhill, skiing is the best thing since whipped cream!!! Not to forget painting, writing sci fi and fantasy, astronamy, music-

Music blows my mind.

Whoever invented the guitar should be made into a god and worshipped.

Whoever invented the bazooka should be shot.

School is my condemnation for killing someone famous and loved in my past life as a hitman.

Just kidding!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously though, I love horses, but my parents don't, so that ended that. I adore the colour red, Johnny Depp, my baby cousin, black eyeliner, internet, and a lot more.

That was very random.

I'm new, message me!!!

I mine as well write a quick poem since i have nothing else to do, and it is pathetic and plaintive, just another whining about life and bragging about how weird they are.

Time Zero

Tentatively I rest my hurricane head, close my leadened eyes,
Lids burning with the fatigue of processing ignorance and lies,
And fearfully attempt to still my accursed, hyper-active mind,
Within the gloomy black phantasm, there's only black gold to find.
Clinging to safe, law-bound wake with a deep primitive terror,
Feeling panic and chaos crouching in the very corners of error,
Shadows twine my face in agony, hellishly outlined in flamboyant flame,
I exist in this tormented inferno with no self, number or name,
Sour hatred, fundamental restlessness, charges empty atmosphere,
And anguished, I miserably sit within gripping, perpetual fear,
White neck tingling under effervescent carresses of beaten bone,
Staring forlornly as I wallow in the wave of cresting foam- I am alone,
Then a programmed alarm clock, shrilly shrieks, my hero,
But my head will always exist in time zero.


Philosephy on life: You get out of it what you put into it. There is no reason to why we're here, an 'evolutionary accident.' We live on through memories, and, as good old Freddy Mercury put it, 'who wants to live forever?'