Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.
All the world is indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers, and portrayers; each anothers audience outside the gilded cage.
Tender is the night for a broken heart, who will dry your eyes when it falls apart?
All my favorite colors, my sisters and my brothers... Hate the sig? Report me. Bullies get ignored, no exceptions. You know who you are.
TittySparkles is pretty based, writes great porn that I can rub one off to on a weekly basis, and she has no problem telling societies leftie rejects to fuck off. - Anonymous
Someone once said I was passive aggressive. I disagree. I am far too impatient for that. I prefer just being normal aggressive. Don't worry about 'maybe' upsetting me, you will know.
A phantom of shadows and darkness that wander this site in search of Spike fanfics. May the darkness be with you.
My name is Comettail, I am a 12 year old writer, but don't let that sway your thoughts about my stories. It is the mind that counts, not your appreance.