Debbie.

Solo soy una típica chica mas, deseosa de que la ficción se vuelva realidad. Adolescente, por lo tanto, incomprendida. Me agrada dibujar, aunque no soy muy buena en ello. Siempre he querido aprender a bailar ballet y a tocar el piano. Cuando sea mayor quiero escribir; quiero que la gente lea lo que siento; transmitirme por medio de las letras. Creo que moriría feliz si supiera que cambié la vida de alguien para bien.

Siempre tengo un libro para leer, y lo llevo a todos lados, incluso aunque sepa que no tendré oportunidad de leerlo. Para mi todos los silencios son incómodos, e intento llenarlos siempre. Eso me lleva a decir algunos secretos e indiscreciones. A veces me llegan tantas ideas a la mente que no puedo escribir suficientemente rápido. Vengo de una madre poeta, asi que me encanta la poesía. Mis favoritos son Neruda y Becquer, y mis favoritos de estos son El Poema 20 y ¿Qué Es Poesía?

Si quieren hablar conmigo, mi twitter es /teenagechola

''We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.''

''One should always be drunk. That's the great thing; the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and bowing you to the earth. You should be drunk without respite. Drunk with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please. But get drunk. And if sometimes you should happen to awake, on the stairs of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the dreary solitude of your own room, and find that your drunkenness is ebbing or has vanished, ask the wind and the wave, ask star, bird or clock, ask everything that flies, everything that moans, everything that that flows, everything that sings, everything that speaks; ask them the time; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird and the clock will all reply: ''It is Time to get drunk! If you are not to be the martyred slaves of Time, be perpetually drunk! With wine, with poetry of with virtue, as you please.''

''The concept of beauty is a curious thing. We spend our entire lives chasing after what we will never have, and when we focus or energies into all charm and beauty but our own, that is when we lose ourselves. We forget that there will always be those who appreciate crooked smiles and wrinkled hands, those who pick up tattered leaves and take photographs of broken seashells. When we forget all that, that is when we lose ourselves in a world of superficial hopes.''