Ardyn2501's Profile

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Name: Ardyn2501
Birthday: Feb 15 2000
Location: Valhalla
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Tue, 20 Feb 2018
Membership: Member

Personal Bio
. I am potato, mighty mighty potato. I realized I was a potato when I woke up one morning and I noticed that I could call upon the powers of the mighty potato lord. All unworthy french fries must be killed for the sake of the mighty potato lord, and this is my mission. So all of you fries out there best beware, for I will find you. And I will kill you. ~ mighty mighty potato................If anyone's profile is anywhere similar to the paragraph above, please do not message me. Thank you. I enjoy music, art, books, manga, snakes, weapons, cosplay, tea, and silence The music I enjoy is along the lines of Beethoven, Bach, Five Finger Death Punch, Vivaldi, Metallica, Megadeath, Tool, Queen, David Bowie, A Perfect Circle, Massive Attack, Gorillaz, Korn, Anthrax, and Motorhead. I have a pet snake, and a pet dog Studying Psychology and Sociology I am a lesbian...yay, don't message me to flirt Anything else....message me. . "Before you were born, And were still too tiny for the human eye to see, You won the race for life from among 250 million competitors. And yet, How fast you have forgotten your strength, When your very existence Is proof of your greatness. You were born a winner, A warrior, One who defied the odds by surviving the most gruesome battle of them all. And now that you are a giant, Why do you even doubt victory against smaller numbers, And wider margins? The only walls that exist, are those you have placed in your mind. And whatever obstacles you conceive, exist only because you have forgotten what you have already Achieved." -Suzy Kassem . . "His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath his cap of sable shine. . His right hand, bared of leathern glove, Hangs open like an iron gin, You stoop to see his pulses move, To hear the blood sweep out and in. . He looks some king, so solitary In earnest thought he seems to stand, As if across a lonely sea He gazed impatient of the land. . Out of the noisy centuries The foolish and the fearful fade; Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes, Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed.?"-Walter de la Mare