|Okay, I'm bored, so I cave, and type this up. Um... I've been on and off this site for 3 years.. This winter, actually. Wow, it's been a while. I've had a lot of names, ask and I might tell you. Chances are I won't, cuz I'll recognize you first, and there's probably a reason I haven't talked to you.
Im a bacon wrapped enigma, I love preeeeeeeeetttyyyyyyyyy much anything to do with music. And I mean that. I'll listen to anything from KISS to KillSwitch. Alternative/Hard rock being my favorite, but soundtracks from musicals will always have a special place in my heart. I've always had a huge music library and I'm just recently hitting 40 gigs, which is annoying, cuz I need a new drive, now. Sorry, this is running on a bit.
I'm intensely musical, and can replicate most sounds that I hear, but I've also got a terrible stage fright, in that I won't to anything unless I'm sure I can, and have done it before. Ask and I'll tell you more about that.
Im a writer. I write song lyrics, and parodies, and novels, and I'm starting to write my own musicals, but that'll be a few more weeks before I have anything concrete.
Im also the quintessential "Tumblr Boy". I don't sleep, I watch Disney movies constantly, Always will Always be my Always, Superdemiwhopottermorvelock. If that last one made any sense to you, message me now for friendship.
I love my baby bearded dragon, probably more than I love myself.
I'll switch off between depressed and bouncy in 0.3 seconds, randomly throughout life. But I'll always be a bamf. Deal with that.
I believe in spiritual Otherkin, but if you message me asking how to P-Shift or to make you a vampire or something idiotic like that, you'll have cold water thrown on you and you'll be blocked like the fluff you are. It's a hard lesson to learn. And I'm not afraid to shove it down your throat.
If you can't spell, don't even bother messaging me. Grammar is sometimes excusable, but spelling is very important.
My kik is Tyhker_Terkoiz
Um... Think that's most of it. I'll probably go run around and find those C4N Y0U R34D TH15 things so you can just stop here, even after stuff is put here.Place this in your bio and see what people inbox you.blue=i want a second chance
green=i want a kiss
purple=i will die for you
red=i want you to kiss me
orange=i owe you a kiss
black=i want a hug
rainbow=i want you in my bed
white=i'm crushing on you
brown=i love you.
blood red=i wanna drink your blood *psycho laughter*
turquoise=i don't like you
aqua=i hate you
gold=lets be friends
silver=your my enemy
periwinkle=(note:if you choose this color, you must place ur own idea)
grey: i think i'm falling in love with you
mystery:what I want is you
7H15 M355AG3 53RV3R 70 PR0V3 H0W 0UR M1ND5 C4N D0 4M4Z1NG 7H1NG5! 1MMPR3SIVE 7HINGS! 1N 7HE B3G1N1ING 17 W4S H4RD BU7 N0W, 0N 7HIS L1N3, Y0UR M1ND 1S R34D1NG I7 4U7OM47IC4LLY W1THOUT 3V3N 7HINKING 4B0UT I7, B3 PR0UD! ONLY C3R741N P30PL3 C4N R34D 7HIS. 1F Y0U C4N R34D 7HIS, P0S7 17 0N Y0UR PR0F1L3The girl you just called fat.. She's overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly.. She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped.. He is abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars.. He fought for his country. That guy you just made fun of for crying.. His mother is dying. Put this as you're status if you're against bullyingWanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. Youre just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up. Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad? Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn?t know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go intodepression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried?your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. I'm here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we've NEVER talked before, I'm here for y0u!!!!. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that CareThe girl you called a maggot her father was accused of murder. The boy you pushed today already has to always work for his family. The girl you hit is already beimg abused at home. The boy you punched in the hall today. Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today. She's a virgin. The boy you called lame. He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day. She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat. She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars. He fought for his country. The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying. You think you know them. Guess what? You don't!
Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but repost this if you're that 1% that has a heart.
Reality is an illusion to keep people sane. The use of magic bends the illusion and people see magic. Magic bends reality, in turn bending the illusion that everyone sees. Post this in your profile if you agree.