This is not my real account.
This is the account I have to write Frerard fics and stalk Frerard art.
I don't really care whether or not you decide to watch me, because quite frankly I don't give much of a shit about popularity. To me art [on my real account] and literature alike are more about the personal benefit rather than the social benefit. This is mostly just for me to store crap and then rant about it in a pointless manner.
Now that we have that settled, if you want my real account, just message me or something. So, I'm the kind of person who is SO socially awkward that I can't even talk to people online. But please, I'm so fucking lonely sometimes, just talk to me and I'll totally talk back. I just.. have approaching/conversational/social issues. [I'm shy.] Because of this, I really don't talk to people on these sites. Especially places like Tumblr. Like, everyone knows who I am, but nobody really says anything to me. I kind of just watch in the background.
Anyway, I write, and I draw. My drawing account is again my main account. I love My Chemical Romance more than you do - don't argue with me. I'm 15 years of humble age, sarcastic, and incredibly short [5'1]- as well as from New Jersey, and just really awkward. And perverted. In fact, most people come up to me thinking I'm this innocent, kind girl and then BAM! 69 and bloody anal rape.
Bet you didn't see that one coming.
My favorite colors are pink and black.
I say a lot of racist jokes but none of them should be taken seriously- I assure you I'm the least bigoted/racist/homophobic/judgmental person to exist. Trust me, I've got my own issues.
Welp.