Call me Kirsten or whatever.
I'm fifteen. I wish I was older, but still. I'm fifteen. Which is
annoying, but still. I can live with that for now.
I live for art, music, and shiny objects.
I'm obsessive compulsive. I just thought you needed to know that.
Oh! I like to debate, I love educated discussion and I like to be
smart. Have I put you off yet? If not, then message me. I like to
discuss, analyse, contemplate, you name it.
I love grammar. So either speak to me with correct grammar, or don't
speak to me at all. I'm not to fussed about spelling, but I swear, if
you start using that fucking annoying chatspeak, you're getting
I'm a bit of a Tokio Hotel fangirl. To be very honest, it's the lyrics
that get me. I don't care if they were mostly written mostly by fourty
year old guys who got paid to write them, I still love them.
My hair is epic. I just thought I'd say that, even if it's not. I love
self gratification. :3
I'd add more if I didn't have an epic mindblank.
Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides
you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots
have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you
should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not
breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of
promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of
us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over
when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a
(COOOOOOOEEEEEEE. I haven't been on here in a long time. If you
remember way back in '07, some random girly called Krissie/Kriss?
Yeah, that's me. I've had like, millions of accounts on here. Still.
This is my permanent one. :3)