About Me
I could pretend I am happy, non-existent, and maybe even invisible. I can pretend that I’m everybody's friend, love the TV, and never lie. I can pretend I never cheat in school and always look both ways crossing the street. I can pretend that I don’t care, or always cover my mouth when I sneeze or burp. I can pretend that I have perfect grades or never feed my dinner to my dog under the table. I can pretend I’m not lost, I will always remember, and that I don't love people. I can pretend that I am not socially awkward. I can pretend I believe in love at first sight, brush my teeth every single day, and hate literature. I can pretend I’m not human, I’m my parent’s perfect daughter, and I was raised by wolves. Honestly, why pretend when that’s not me? I am me.
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 18 |
| Location | Houston, TX |
| Interests | living |
| Music | songs that make people cry |
| Movies | un chien andalou |
| TV | documentaries on the holocaust, the human brain, and obscure african tribes |
| Books | the things they carried, all quiet on the western front, the red badge of courage, april morning, invisible man, all the king's men, the bridge of san luis rey, inferno, the sound and the fury, fahrenheit 451, things fall apart, the virgin suicides, inherit the wind, ragtime, the poisonwood bible |
| Quotes | The Conde delighted in her letters, but he thought that when he had enjoyed the style he had extracted all their richness and intention, missing (as most readers do) the whole purport of literature, which is the notation of the heart. Style is but the faintly contemptible vessel in which the bitter liquid is recommended to the world. |
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