Hey, my names Atlantiana Rebekah Loren (but everyone calls me Tiana or just plain Tiaa). I am a 16 year old girl and I live in Forks, Washington! My hair is long and pale like spun gold and skims to my waist like a pale shimmering amber mist. My eyes are deep forgetminot blue and my delicate fentures are lilly white and pure as the winter snow in moonlight. I've been told by loads of sleazy, ugly, guys that I'm real pretty and look like a model or fentures are lilly white and pure as the winter snow in moonlight. I've been told by loads of sleazy, ugly, guys that I'm real pretty and look like a model or a bunny girl (some of the guys who like me are really old and try to make opt with me its disgusting and weird!) but basically a lot of the girls I meet tell a different story. They say I'm too ivory white and ethereal and too skinny and that I look anorexic which i don't care about, but I think its seriously disrespectful to people with REAL eating disorders (btw i'm so totally not anorexic! I eat loads I just never gain weight and I'm not thin enough to be anorexic anyways, I think they were just being BIATCHES especially this one ratty brain called Ellie Mayfair who I hope freaking DIES in PAIN with SHIT ON HER FACE! Sorry, I'm not really such a batch but she is SO horrible if you met her you'd think the same!)

Donald Trump has never had a heart. Rumor has it that someone stole it when he was in his teens. Since then, he has always been a complete asshole. But everything changes when he meets a female, more straight then any other heterosexual out there. Her name was Ferrari Annabeth Lee Anderson Jones.

I'm Max Caulfield, and I'm an everyday hero. Now, you may think this is your typical white-girl with superpowers and less than average breast size that somehow catches the interest of the white-boy jock, most popular boy of the school, and saves the planet from exploding or whatever. First of all, I'm gay as fuck so that jock can fling himself into a tornado for as much as I care, but everything is else is facts. Read this page-turning novel with me becoming a mature woman and making mature decisions so you can then get really disappointed when I still end up in the forbidden Sass Room, er, Dark Room. And it all started, when I took a picture of a blue butterfly...okay that's bullshit. I just really needed to pee but these two jerks decided that they should start shooting each other. Turns out that both of those jerks will ruin my life as well. 'I love this story just as much as I love you Max please notice me' - Warren Graham 'THX BUT WERE NOT FRIENDS' - Victoria Chase 'No more mosh pits for you, shaka bra' - Chloe Price 'Whatthefuckever' - Nathan Prescott 'We can properly discuss your future as a writer in my dark room' - Mark Jefferson (I don't own Life is Strange, sadly. Rights to DontNod)

When a girl named Georgia is destined to marry Shrek, she needs to find a way to escape her post-apocalyptic world and prove to the world that inside Shrek lurks a sweet, nice man. With the struggles of a vengeful Farquaad, and many lies and false stories, Georgia is forced to decided between killing, or possibly being killed

Recently, an ancient book has been uncovered. Along with that book, a forgotten religion was also dug up. Shrekism. Follow along with me, Pope Brown, as I recover the tarnished pages of our loved religion. Every day, new pages of our Shrekian bible are recovered, so stay in tune. And remember, Shrek is love, Shrek is life.

Who will win the beotiful enoby? Punk Piercy Jackson or Goffik boi Niko?!!2??2?

Welcum to HOGEWARTS shool for GOFFS!

Cake.