Stuffed full of childhood sentiments. A reminiscence. A wandering. Long hair, scarred skin, big eyes. Foolish. In love with the idea of the LaVey's; Zeena, probably. New moon child, not near as magical as it entails. Self-questioning. Lover of Palahniuk, of Manson, of the intricate, of the lavish, of the hated. Conceptual, logical, sleepy & destructive. Atheist. Tiny little black heart, which is very weak for the weaker. Not in possession of restraint, not at a loss for vices.


Reasons to marry me: We'd eat pizza and listen to good music together and we'd probably fuck 14 times a week and buy too many pets and build pillow forts.