I can't juggle and I wish I could see the endings to my dreams; it really annoys me when I wake up, leaving my dream on a permanent cliff hanger.

My works consist mainly of random ideas which fell out of my head, getting dented/scratched almost beyond recognition as they fell.
I publish every single pointless idea because I like the blue colour the title turns, and I just can't bare to leave something as a draft.
I don't write for other people, I write for myself. Selfish, yes, but also true.
The beginnings I write may not make any sense to you, but every time I read them I am reminded of the whole vague story in my head. Perhaps one day I'll attempt to shove the rest of a story out of my head onto wattpad, but it's unlikely as I don't have the talent required to prevent the story from being bashed out of shape. Hopefully, writing at least pieces of stories will improve my writing just a tad, as being able to use this damned language properly would be verily useful. 
Is verily a word?

Some spectacular musics:
Automatic Loveletter
Wayward Daughter
Panic! At the Disco
Cristina Perri
Laura Marling
Coldplay
Ingrid Michaelson
Maroon 5
Rosie Thomas
Jessie J
The CAB
Fall Out Boy



My cat is pregnant AGAIN. She looks like a beachball and purrs all the time, it's adorable! 
Her nicknames are oblong, kitten factory and camel toe (I tried to stamp out one of those nicknames but alas, it stuck).
One of these days I'm going to climb Triffon.