I dance, not caring if the world is watching, only if the rhythm is matched to my feet. I laugh, so loud that at times people stop and stair, wondering if I may be a bit crazy. I cry, for I have a heart and it in return has the ability to be broken into tiny pieces. I have a will, and I move forward when the tide has pushed me back into the water. I have a gift, of life to live and live as I see fit, not as the world feels I should live it.
PS AND LISTEN UP. If I am someone you want to talk to and get to know, do not ask me random broad open questions like "what do you do?" "tell me about you." "what do you like?" "what are you into?" those are such open ended questions that they have a million different answers and I feel like I have to put in a ton of effort for an answer that may not be the answer you wanted to know. So if you plan on asking me questions, they need to be 100% specific or I will not answer it.
SECONDLY ... I am not interested in having a sex conversation with you out of the blue. If I am looking for a sex conversation, I will hit up a chatroom and ask for one. This includes sex based conversations. You want to talk to me like a normal person, hit me up, you want to talk about my tits or what turns me on, don't even click the fucking button cause our chat will soon be closed.
AND IN CLOSING ... unless we have had some sort of conversation at some point, I will not be adding you as my friend. Just cause you saw me in a room or read one of my stories, does not make us friends. So if you add me and I don't know you, don't expect to automatically be my friend.
Interests Writing, feeling my words come to life in the imagination of another. Reading, getting lost in the words set forth by another of shared desires. Dancing, feeling the music course though my body, breaking out through my feet. Singing, though my voice could crack a glass or two and I could stand to sing in tune. Sleeping, slipping into a world filled with my deepest and my darkest desires. Dreaming, because there is nothing greater then having something worth chasing.
Favorite Books Animal Farm. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. The Twilight Series (The movies were dreadful). The Host. The Other Daughter. Please Don't Kill The Freshman. Dreamland. A and D (so far).
Favorite Authors Myself and those worthy of reading.
Favorite Movies 1.)The Nightmare Before Christmas 2.)What dreams may come 3.)Lucky number Slevin 4.)Transformers 5.)My Blue Heaven 6.)The Man with two brains 7.)Young Guns 8.)Young Frankenstein 9.)Clerks 10.)Empire Records 11.)Robin Hood 12.)Sweeney Todd 13.)Fear and Loathing in las Vegas 14.)Fight Club 15.)A walk to remember
Favorite Music SISTER HAZEL ... they rock my world at all times of the day.
“You could just leave,” I could hear my mother yelling from down the hall. She and my father were in another fight, something I had become overly familiar with. If they were not fighting, they were giving each other the death stare or avoiding the other person. Everyone could tell that they were not happy, yet they were convinced they had to stay together for other people. Apparently my mother had finally had it. “And whe...
