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Caught between an intricate web of disaster. God help me now. The morphine is wearing off. And the black widow is eating me alive. The name is: Nikki. Fetishes: Anime && Manga; DC Comics; MONSTER Energy; Starbucks; Cherry Red Lipstick; Japanese Toys; Mini Skirts && Tight Things; Lollipops; Converse; High Heels; Colourful Lingerie; Knee-High Socks; Trashy Tights; Messy Hair; Big Sunglasses; Neon Make-Up; Glow Sticks; Skellanimals; MUSIC; Flannels; Monroe Piercing; Body Art; Visual Kei; Short Dresses; Lolita Fashion; Cosplay; Over Accesorizing; Two Ponytails; Bandanas; GIR; Tutus; Yaoi && Yuri Turn Offs: Close-mindedness; Fundamentalists; No Sense Of Humor; Fan Girls; Trends; Why So Serious?; Fakes; Blue Meanies; "Emo" Tweenies; Twilight Series. Let's try not to get offended, darling. Your tongue is just not firmly planted on your cheek. I come from a long line of hysterics and believers, and I have gypsies in my veins. I'm a dreamer. And the stars and clouds I watch in the sky are much more forgiving than the world that spins around like a broken clockwork. I'm a philosopher. But doesn't usually mean it's going to be the downfall of us all? I'm a bit too emotional and a bit too self-involved in my own selfish cry for attention. That's why I have fantasy and music as my sanctuary. And I love to blast it loud and deafening. I don't mean to come out rude, but I don't give a fuck what you think about me. At least that's the persona I try to put out there. Despite the destruction, the angst, and any other stereotypical problem that seems to come my way as a way to explain my own insanity, I'm not as bad as I'm making myself out to be. :) Drop a line. Message me. Stalk me. I really couldn't care less. Just promise me that you won't make me regret this. Tumblr || InterPals layout by pearahmore. @ pearahsakiller. |