then that of juliet and her romeo
they go
they go
i'm a returning gatewayer. try and guess who i was. i migrated to gaia, and decided it was time to return part of my soul to the site that led me into the world of post-by-post role playing, leading me away from the world of instant role play.
i think i'll just quote a few things from my tumblr, and direct you to my profile.
"random tumblings from an erratic creator whose head is in the clouds of fantasy and imagination trying to decide which direction is south for the winter.
welcome to the mind of the erratic magical horse whose partners in crime are a kneazle and crup. her mind is a dichotomy of seasons that is realized through her strange and unexpected tumblings when she is sane enough to post them.
a desperate writer, graphic and interior designer, photography and crappy drawer, she is located in the heat of the bottom of the earth where she struggles with the real world, her studies, and her poetic wavering inspiration for creations.
she hopes to one day be a professional author, interior/graphic designer and photographer who travels the world in search of the hidden society with a library on all the supernatural.
she is terribly afraid to die, and as such welcomes any vampires that may be reading to pay her a visit, whether it be in the mind or physically, to tell her about the wonderful night life that they live and maybe consider turning her so she may see the turn of the century - and if she’s lucky, the end of the world.
that is all. go read her tumblerumblings."
i think i'll just quote a few things from my tumblr, and direct you to my profile.
"random tumblings from an erratic creator whose head is in the clouds of fantasy and imagination trying to decide which direction is south for the winter.
welcome to the mind of the erratic magical horse whose partners in crime are a kneazle and crup. her mind is a dichotomy of seasons that is realized through her strange and unexpected tumblings when she is sane enough to post them.
a desperate writer, graphic and interior designer, photography and crappy drawer, she is located in the heat of the bottom of the earth where she struggles with the real world, her studies, and her poetic wavering inspiration for creations.
she hopes to one day be a professional author, interior/graphic designer and photographer who travels the world in search of the hidden society with a library on all the supernatural.
she is terribly afraid to die, and as such welcomes any vampires that may be reading to pay her a visit, whether it be in the mind or physically, to tell her about the wonderful night life that they live and maybe consider turning her so she may see the turn of the century - and if she’s lucky, the end of the world.
that is all. go read her tumblerumblings."
