I don't have a writing style, what even is a writing style-

Hi. I'm this dude in the Internet. Guess that's about it.

Or um, I'm DePreSsION cAmE tO hAuNt yOu.

Or just this person who'll rewrite stories if you let them. :D
(Pls let me rewrite yer stories-)

I mean-

*Kicks down your door.*

SOME-BRUH-DY ONCE TOLD MEH, THE BRUH WAS GONNA BRUH MEH!

Whew, what an introduction. Either ways, if you're reading my bio/description for information about me... well too bad, all you're gonna know about me is that I'm random. I don't ship, but I might try it in the future. 

So uh, yeah. 

Status - Writing:
Rewriting Echoes Of The Past
(Non-romance, haha suck it. (Sue me-))

Gee, I'm probably talking to myself.. eh. Don't care actually.



























HeY tHeRe cHIld. dO yOu wAnT SOME cAndY? ThErE's mOre iN mY vAn, wItH SoMe fReE wIFi.



DiDn'T yOur mOthEr eVEr tElL yoU nOt tO gEt iNtO vAnS oR cArS wItH sTraNgeRs? GeT iN mY hElicOpTer AND sUbMaRine aBomInaTioN.


CoMe iNto thIs tOtAllY nOt oUt Of sIghT SuSpiCioUs aLLeYwaY tHat lOoKs vErY sHady fOr sHaDy dRUg DeAlErs. HeRe, HAvE SoMe tOTAllY nOt dRuGgEd cAnDY. 

BuY thIs peAnUt tHat I tOTAllY dIdn't bUy fRoM a diScoUNt stOre. It'S OnLy $65 000 000, tOTAlLY wORTh It.

Also, would you like to get into this van I drove into your house?
No? Your mother told you not to get into cars/vans with strangers?
Well, get in my helicopter-submarine abomination.
If you want some illegal goods and gluten-free cookies, 666 Shady Avenue. You know which alleyway.

P.S you need some m e m e s in your fridge, and better security. 
Some bears and I maaaaaay have broken into your house when we were on a joyride and needed a place to store our gluten-free cookies and chocolate.

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

Don't mind the van with the kidnapped, dead children inside that's stuck inside your living room's wall..

REMEMBER TO LOCK YOUR DOORS NEXT TIME!

TOODLES!


















Bruh, have some MEMEZ.