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Mai Sing Vasi BioMai Sing Vasi Bio by RavelynxHorror
Full name: Mai Sing Vasi
Pronunciation: May sing Va-si
Race/Species: Caucasian/ vamp
How old do they appear: 18
Sexual Preference: guys
Blood Type: vamp
Blood Color: dark crimson
Allergies: Italian foods
Birth Date: August 11 1848
Birth Place: England
Hair Color: Bright Red and Black
Hairstyle: top layer short and bright red, bottom long and black
Eye Color: grey
Piercings: snake bites
Tattoos: heart on right wrist, pinwheel stars on collarbones, skull on upper left arm
Scars: small one on arm from cat. Another from being changed
Skin color: pale, very pale
Hobbies: Reading, drawing,
Flaws: keeps to herself, doesn’t talk to many people..
Abilities (Magical, Elemental, etc.): can talk to animals
Favorite Season: fall/autumn
Favorite Color: red
Favorite Quote(s): Bite Me..
Favorite Food: ‘Kool-Aid’
I am a Fallen AngelI am a Fallen Angel by Wildchildforever
Wings as black as night, eyes as a cold winter blowing over fallen from the place humans want to go. Cast down onto earth for being myself, I don't belong in heaven or in the darkest places of hell. I am not the only one to here are others just like me, we are proud to be fallen angels.
We are the outcasts; we are the amazing Angels that dare to be different. We shout the rebel yell we scream for the new religion. When will they hear our cries, our shouts, our fighting spirits will never be broken. When will they see that we are the forever unholy and we will keep screaming and shouting for an eternity?
How long is going to take to be accepted and we don't need to be accepted by the ones who will forever judge us. We are part of the strong and ever growing army, we are not afraid to be ourselves. Soon they will hear the battle cries that we tried so to have heard, we are not afraid of the liars for we will set their world on fire.
We will grab our perfect weapons and walk out on the st
the grim girlWhy do you look so grim?the grim girl by DoesCoffeeBleed
while the sun is so dim
Isee you day in and day out,
wondering what morbid thing tore your life out?
Was it a person or a thing or just your mind,
or is it something that I will never find
You are the nameless girl with the grim face,
I am the faceless girl, never in one place.
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Adopted By The Biersack's Part Twenty NineThe fall out of my bed was more of a wake up call than my alarm clock. My arm slipped off my bed last, dragging my covers down over my face. Stretching my arms and remembering what day it was, I slowly rose from the floor, grinning ear to ear.WRITERandPOET
It was Wednesday.
Normally, that would mean nothing except three more days of school before the weekend. But after yesterday, today meant everything. Today was the true test of whether or not the students had really changed.
I tossed my covers back onto my bed, which had turned into a ball by that point, and flung myself up, ready to face the day. I’d never been so excited to go to school in all my life.
Amy and Brock could also tell something was different with me. I was “practically skipping”, as Amy put it, into the kitchen for breakfast. I twirled around in my black lace dress as I grabbed a cup and some juice.
“Why so perky Toril?” Brock questioned as I headed for the front door. Malachi had texted me and said t
Adopted By The Biersack's Part Twenty EightWe explained to our musician friends how we had met with a bunch of students and what we were planning on doing with their stories. After Andy invited himself to come along to the school and watch the whole situation go down, the rest of the brides did the same. The pressure had escalated.WRITERandPOET
Fall Poisonous took off after our little celebration, since they were only stopping through and had to make it to a hotel they had booked for the night. We said our goodbyes and let them head on their way. Though I desperately wished that they would stay for at least another day. They were some of the coolest people I’d ever met.
I texted Andy when we were leaving for school and told him when to be there…and to bring my guitar for me. I spent the hours before lunch trying to not throw up. Don’t get me wrong, I was super stoked, but I was also super nervous. My friends sent me some encouraging texts throughout the day, but all I really wanted was a hug from them.
When the lunch bell
im your "normal" 18 year old girl im no where near being a girly girl |
some say im emo/scene but thats just a label, which are for soup cans not people
i want to become a photographer
and this is my heart at the moment...
music is my therapist
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