I like writing and I'm good at it. This was a big long thing about why I like writing and why I write fan fiction and a bunch of other informative and inspiring facts. But FanFiction screwed it all up so this is what you're getting:

I like the color pink.

MY SHIPS:

Wincest (Dean/Sam)

Snarry (Harry/Severus)

Drarry (Draco/Harry)

Sastiel (Sam/Castiel) only a little

Pipex (Alex Vause/Piper Chapman) only a little

MY BANDS/SINGERS:

David Bowie

Jukebox the Ghost

Fun.

Pink Floyd

Led Zeppelin

Billy Joel

St. Vincent

MY SHOWS:

Supernatural

House of Cards

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Legends of Korra

Bravest Warriors

Tosh.0

American Dad

Community

Orange is the New Black

MY AUTHORS:

John Green

John Green

Christopher Paolini

J.K. Rowling

Tim O'Brien

Monica Holloway

Tolkien

Stephen Chbosky

Edgar Allen Poe

Ned Vizzini

Jay Asher

David Levithan

John Green (oh, did I mention him already?)

MY QUOTES:

"And so we all mattered--maybe less than a lot, but always more than none." -John Green

"It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined." -John Green

"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities." -John Green

"I know, I'm not saying everything's survivable. Just everything but that last thing is." -John Green

"You're a tornado of dumb." -Geoff Ramsey

"Things that come to those who wait are things that were left by those that got their first." -Unknown

"I sincerely apologize for not being at all sorry, and it really is the best I can do."

"If your entire religion is predicated on a virgin birth, I feel free to ignore everything you have to say about human conception."

"Homophobic Christians are hilarious. If you believe in talking snakes and virgin births, you don't get to tell me what's unnatural."

"The existence of God is not subjective, he either exists or he doesn't. It's not a matter of opinion. You can have your own opinions. You can't have your own facts." -Ricky Gervais

Still a QUOTE, but a long one.

"The number of individual beings which could be standing here in your place vastly outnumber all of the grains of sand, on all of the beaches, in all of the world. You're the inheritor of a genetic legacy which stretches back 3.8 billion years through the eons, and which has circled the center of our galaxy about 20 times. You're the endpoint of billions of generations of births, competitions, wars, and deaths; the only possible sequence of hereditary combinations that can possibly result in you. Your forbears have survived arguably the single greatest ecological catastrophe ever to hit the planet; when the earliest plants started poisoning the atmosphere with oxygen. Yet, your ancestors learned to use this poisonous gas to produce energy in a way that had never been attempted before; an evolutionary triumph which paved the way for the first multi-cellular life. Your genetic line has survived floods, freezes, and meteor impacts from the skies themselves, preserving this single genetic line through the eons to lead ultimately to you. This is a legacy you share with every living thing on earth, from the largest creature ever to have lived; the blue whale; to the lowliest prion. You share this legacy with the blades of grass between your toes and the trees that give you shade. You are a thread in a huge, amazing, incredibly diverse tapestry of living things; some of whom have clawed their way out of the seas to survive on land, some of whom remained in the ocean, and a few of whom stood on land for a few million years, ultimately said "well, screw this" and marched back into the sea. Once we add cosmology into the mix, not only does this legacy stretch to everything living, but to the non-living as well. You share your origins with the stars and planets. The asteroids which hang in space, all the way down to the loneliest hydrogen atom in deep space. All the parts that make you stretch back through the eons and have borne witness to the very birth of the universe. They have seen the birth and death of stars, supernovae, black holes and pulsars. They've seen planets torn to pieces and solar systems form. They've seen galaxies coalesce and skies darken.

The universe is much more grand, more amazing, more beautiful, more elegant and more subtle than what has ever been written in any holy book, and you are here for a brief moment in time, against nigh-incalculable odds, to momentarily be a part of it all."

One of my best friends died recently; I'm really upset. He was such a great guy and... and I miss him. Greatly. Maybe you knew of him. Most people did. I hope it wasn't you who contributed to his death, otherwise I shall dispatch a vicious band of lions to disembowel you. Okay, I don't have a troupe of lions at my disposal, but I can find one, trust me. My friend was a paragon of amazing. He was what was holding our faith in humanity intact.

His name... his name was Common Sense.

I am greatly apologetic to inform you of his demise. Mourn with me.

Dearly beloved…we gather here to say our goodbyes. Here he lies…

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.

Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate and teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Motrin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. Copy and paste this into your profile if you not only realized that he was gone, but mourn his loss greatly.

Rest In Peace, my old friend.