"Are we not all lovers as Orpheus was, loving what is gone from us forever, and seeking it vainly in the solitudes and wilderness of the mind, and crying to Eurydice to come again?" – Fiona Macleod
Oblivion in the skin of man, all teeth and claws and tentacles and eyes. I am charming and wonderful and nice and cold and unfeeling and despicable.
Utterly despicable.
My thought patterns are usually obtuse.
I can be very impulsive at times. I do not do what I don't want. If I want something I'll either, depending on the circumstances, give up or try my hardest to get it.
There is no middle ground.
I am forever black-eyed, a product of a broken home.
I don't really care much about keeping