Due to countless research and the reading of many other humans bios- namely around 3- I have finally came to the conclusion of what resides in a perfect one. I am finally ready to write my own one (Well third version my second one passed the word limit) and with that LETS DO THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE JUST FOR THE HADES OF IT.

Now I guess this should be the part where I usually tell you a snippet of information about me to give your life some useless insignificant information and possible ways for you to locate me and my family to injury hurt  torture and or kill me. Or you can just stalk me.....or ignore my existence even more - that is till I creep into your house at night and scream in your ear REALITY IS AN ILLUSION THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM BUY GOLD BYE.

So instead of telling you that I am in the sixth floor in apartment number six with IS on the left side I will tell you other information about myself. Namely the most subtle unkown hidden mysteries. A thing no one has ever heard about me nor discovered it. A secret bigger than those that lay (lay lie?? Urgh words. We should just communicate through facial expressions) in the pyramids. A fact history will write down to be remembered forever for you shall remember me and my secret. I am....a fangirl. HA YOU SPENT A MINUTE OF YOUR LIFE READING THAT! 

As for what my fandoms are then I should tell you one thing and only one thing "kid you gotta realise when you are a fangirl/boy/man/woman/demon/magical creature there is no such thing as definite fandoms. Next thing you know you'll be dragged into the nearest fandom and you can't escape. In other words it's endless" 

IN other words I didn't choose the life of the fandom. The life of the fandom grabbed my hand and whispered "run".

I wonder if I reached the word limit yet. ExCuSe mE *mochi*












































What if we are all just characters in someone's dream and everytime someone dies it's because that person woke up?