My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
fl's my sex god///////////////////
i frankly have no idea on why you are reading this. out of doldrums, perhaps? whatever it may be, be warned that i tend to get messed up and cluttered when writing. and no, i am not illiterate, i just refuse to capitalize the first letter of the first word of the sentence. another reason, is, simply because i am a peasant. anyways, my name is maria, a boy-repellant and a constant hater of the universal stuffing of bread, cheese. maybe not universal, but for my parents, it is. my ipod mainly consists of boy bands/boy singers. not being sexist or anything, but i think it's more pleasing to hear the male species sing than my kind. only some boys are gifted with pleasing voices, while most girls, are gifted with that high-pitched wailing that can most commonly be mistaken as singing. back to the ipod thing, it consists of ATL, The All-American Rejects, Alpha Rev, AVP, The Cab, Death Cab For Cutie, The Downtown Fiction, EatMeWhileImHot, Everything Everything, FTSK, fun., Green Day, Imagine Dragons, The Maine, Marianas Trench, Maron 5, M20, Mayday Parade, Neon Trees, NSN, O.A.R., P!ATD, Parachute, The Postal Service, RDB, The Ready Set, A Rocket To The Moon, Simple Plan, Snow Patrol, The Summer Set, This Century, WATIC, Yellowcard, & 30 STM. and yes, i am very much aware that i do not have a specific music genre. i listen to whatever song i find download-worthy. music is music, right? television shows, you ask? this may sound embarrassing but i do not actually watch that much tv. so please do not ask on what happened on Awkward, Doctor Who, Sherlock or whatever shows people watch these days. i would rather stuff myself with coffee whilst reading a nice novel in a comfy arm chair. i feel too lazy to express crap right now. i was planning on writing a novel-like essay but then my thoughts are too cluttered for you guys to handle. yeah yeah and yes i made the sparkling image above. do not ever dare steal it, i always come prepared. i have a swiss army knife in my back pocket be warned