|Occupation:||Artistic / Creative|
|Location:||United States, Illinois, Chicago|
|Hair Color:||Black Brown|
|Hair Style:||Straight - Long|
|Clothing Pref.:||Thrift Store|
|Piercing Info:||two on each ear lobe. left cartilage.|
|Astrological Sign:||Libra (Sept 23 - Oct 23)|
|Biography/About:||Sheep in wolves' clothing.|
|Likes:||mosh pits, thunder, horror movies, hallway laughter, inclement weather|
|Interests:||origami, reading, writing, pixelling, moshing|
|Books:||angels & demons, the davinci code, chinese cinderella, a series of unfortunate events, how to draw a raddish, gashlycrumb tinies, nick & norah's infinite playlist, twilight, new moon, eclipse, beijing doll|
|Authors:||dan brown, lemony snicket, stephenie meyer|
|Music Genres:||chicago softxcore, powerpop, electropop, indie, electronica, punk, hip hop, anything acoustic|
|Bands/Artists:||fall out boy, brand new, all time low, panic at the disco, my chemical romance, hellogoodbye, all-american rejects, kanye west, cute is what we aim for, beatles, the starting line, femme fatality, gym class heroes, GIRLSrisewithHEAT, young love, the secret handshake, boys like girls, say anything, jack's mannequin, cobra starship, automatic loveletter|
|TV Shows:||scrubs, gossip girl, tmz|
|Movies:||ferris bueller's day off, i am sam, kill bill, SAW, the debut, hostel, runaway bride, snakes on a plane, stranger than fiction, pan's labyrinth, little miss sunshine, what dreams may come, requiem for a dream, breakfast club|
|Actors:||adam brody, dakota fanning, samuel l. jackson|
|Games:||tetris, pacman, god of war, ddr|
|Colors:||kelly green, bright yellow|
|Pets/Animals:||dead hamster, pet rock, fish named Emilio|
|Cars/Motorcyles:||anything that goes fast|
|Food:||sushi, tempura, fettuccini alfredo, palabok, crispy pad thai|
|Drink:||dr. pepper, citrus squirt, iced tea|
|Quotes:||"So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?"|
nineteen going on extinct|
maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year.
it wasn't my weekend, and it sure as hell isn't going to get any better.
i'm wearing myself out, trying to keep a smile on my face.
but all i really want to do is fall apart and have everyone see what an ugly, fucked up piece of shit i really am.
the thing is, i'm terrified that no one will give a fuck that i'm falling apart at the seams.
return of the padawan
"I forget the last time I felt braveI just recall insecurity'Cause it came down like a tidal waveAnd sorrow swept over me"
Frou Frou was right.
Somehow there's beauty in the breakdown.
back to TSL
square one again.
aiming low in more ways than you could understand.
love songs & (miami) analogies.
i'm always addicted to the things that make me sick.
maybe it's not my weekend
but it's gonna be my year.