Hello strangers! Welcome to my new and improved basement- wait, no, I mean bio! I hope y'all enjoy your two-second stay here because no one wants to read this boring crap. Unless you do, which in that case...

You must have lots of free time.

꧁ᗩᗷOᑌT ᗰᗴ:꧂

(they/them)
I'm Atlas, a 15-year-old paper cut survivor who likes fanfics and horror stuff. I like to draw, and junk food relaxes my soul. Metaphors & symbolism confuse me. I'm a stupid person who writes stupid stories about stupid things on their stupid phone. You get the idea.

Basically, I'm just a socially awkward scribbler who likes to pretend they can write and is strangely obsessed with movies, songs, and stuff in general from the 20th century. 
Try me!

And I'm Russian. And Brazilian. Somehow. Yes, I speak Russian (sort of) & Portuguese (mostly). I can write in Portuguese, but I can't write in Russian.
THE CYRILLIC ALPHABET IS HARD!

☆*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ･*:.Pʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ Hᴜᴍᴀɴ*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ･*:..☆

What a beautiful day to be burning in hell!

꧁Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs꧂

"Two bros chillin' in a hot tub five feet apart cuz they're not gay."

"AHH... Stawp! I coulda dropped mah croissant..."

"Please, don't piss me off today, I'm running out of places to hide bodies."

"Remember kids, if a stranger offers you drugs, say thank you 'cause those are expensive these days."

"Sometimes I feel bad that I'm such an asshole, but then I immediately don't feel bad anymore because I'm an asshole."

꧁ᑭOᗴᗰS ᗩᑎᗪ STᑌᖴᖴ꧂

"Mario is red, Sonic is blue. 
Will you be my player 2?"

"Roses are red, bluebells are blue.
 I have no friends, who the hell are you?"

"Roses are red, and ready for plucking. 
When teens are out of high school, they're ready for... college?"

"Firetrucks are red, the sky is blue. 
This poem makes no sense- boobs."

"Roses are red, violets are blue. 
Sunflowers are yellow, I bet you were expecting something romantic but no, these are just gardening facts."

"Roses are red, violets are blue. 
I suck at gardening, and I'm even worse at poetry."