close your mind and imagine this.

it's a dark stormy night. you're standing in the middle of the road, rain pouring down your body, drenching your clothes and cementing your feet to the ground. you can't move. there's an aching in your chest, dangerously close to your heart, and you don't know if you're looking for a ride or waiting to be rid over. there are drops of water on your face that may or may not have leaked out from your eyes. your fingers are shivering as you raise them to your neck, looking for a pulse and feeling oddly relieved when you find none. 

this is how it's like in my head.

Hey. I'm Krys. I'm fourteen and have been writing ever since I could. I write fan-fiction and the occasional fic, and can alternate between being a supreme grammar nazi and not giving a flying crap for the english language.

benedict cumberbatch is my spirit animal

if you take the time to read my fics, you might as well comment on them. i only accept constructive criticism. if you're having a bad day, take it out on the nearest human being, not on my fic. 

don't judge me based on my decapitalized i's. that's all.

krys