hmmm... description well i'm female, fave hobbie is reading _ usually supernatural stuff_ Kelley Armstrong,Richelle Mead and others
as sad as it is i love acting, i'm interested in anthropology and anthropomorphism_ mainly in animals,
I love horror movies and at the moment love the saw movies - so on jigsaw's side,
i get nervous when talking and i sometimes stutter,
hopefully going to college but not sure because i think my grades will fail.
Don't know what else to say so i'm going to put a few poems i like on here instead (don't laugh at them plz:p)
Mary Coleridge - My True Love Hath My Heart, and I Have His
None ever was in love with me but grief.
She wooed me from the day that I was born;
She stole my playthings first, the jealous thief,
And left me there forlorn.
The birds that in my garden would have sung,
She scared away with her unending moan;
She slew my lovers too when I was young,
And left me there alone.
Grief, I have cursed thee often - now at last
To hate thy name I am no longer free;
Caught in thy bony arms and prisoned fast,
I love no love but thee.
Night without end - Claude Debussy
Night without end
Dull melancholy of the hours of waiting!
Heart broken.
Fever of blood beating out the sweet syllables of her name.
Let her come, whom I desire too much.
Let her come whom I love too much,
and envelop me with her young flowers scent.
Let my lips bite the fruit of her mouth
so that I hold her very soul between my lips.
'I gently touched her hand: she gave'.
I gently touched her hand: she gave
A look that did my soul enslave;
I pressed her rebel lips in vain:
They rose up to be pressed again.
Thus happy, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleased and innocent.
On her soft breasts my hand I laid,
And a quick, light impression made;
They with a kindly warmth did glow,
And swelled, and seemed to overflow.
Yet, trust me, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleased and innocent.
On her eyes my eyes did stay:
O'er her smooth limbs my hands did stray:
Each sense was ravished with delight,
And my soul stood prepared for flight.
Blame me not if at last I meant
More to be pleased than innocent.
Sooothey were some of my fave poems not all of them but some.
