I'm still alive, probably.

Blah, blah, blah. Words and jokes and stuff.

Not really big on fanfic writing, but when I'm in the mood I'll jot something down from time to time. I'd much rather frequent sites like YouTube, DeviantArt, and Facebook

Running from my life.

[ MESSAGE ME ] ✧ ぎこちない

You cannot just expect happiness, you have to create it. ~A great many people.

Lipstick on her reefer, waiting... for a match...

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Just a writer who churns out stories for the people of fimfiction

"The light shineth in darkness and the darkness comprehended it not."

Don't read my stuff if you have a weak stomach or are easily bothered by traumatic genitalia damage. That's seriously all I've got in here!

I write emo romance stories about Spike, listen to music that should have died with MySpace and play a lot of Final Fantasy 14. That's about it.

YOUR MOTHER IS A CHAIN-SMOKING, ANOREXIC HAMSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLS OF DINGLEBERRIES!

The sexiest man you've ever met.

Clap and a half!

Proof that I'm not dead. I was just in a slumber, waiting for reason to rise again. I might have found that reason.

TO THE SUN!!!! Or something like that. ._.

Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.