Oh, shoot. Of all the profiles you could have stumbled across, it was mine.
Better safe than sorry, boys. Run.

Or don't. XD

I'm not very active here anymore - the fanfiction-craze had its run and wore off eventually, but hit me with a good marauders story and I'll still read it any day, no questions asked. The more obnoxious the better.

Life is easier with bullets. Use bullets.
(no, not to commit lifen't)

general:
• she/her
• religion? brendon urie
• unhealthy obsession with art
• desi, but literally couldn't suck more at its languages (and making round rotis, @ brown girls: you feel me?)
• self-deprecating jokes 101
• clumsy to the point where it's her superpower
• is talking in third-person now for some reason
• probably dead inside 3

If you can't tell, I'm considerably tired as I write this, so I apologize if it's ... concerning. Ah, insomnia, my faithful companion.

Anyway, don't go digging too far or you may find one of the few first fics that I haven't deleted - unless you have a death wish, in which case be my guest. You will regret it, guaranteed. No refunds for the sanity you may have possessed before it. XD
Literally the only reason they're still around is because I need something to laugh at when I'm old and boring, which I'll be if the ole psychotic grandma gig doesn't work out. My god, all that dramatic angst and edgy "I don't need anyone" crap is enough cringe fuel to last me another lifetime, hahaaa, coping mechanisms--

*aggressive coughing*

Have a great day, stay hydrated, do a couple jumping jacks for some of that sweet sweet seratonin while I guess I'll just end this with a bang.
(yes, bring out the bullets again)

bAnG

Conclusion?
Dork.

Sincerely, me