The date and time it is minus December 29th, 1991 at approximately seven o'clock in the morning equals my age.
I have a wonderful boyfriend named Jeff who is my everything.
I have an obsession with Marilyn Manson, Motionless in White, astronomy, science in general, and Stephen Hawking.
I am a physics major, astronomy minor, and I play the piano.
I love heavy metal.
I'll beat you in chess.
My personality type is INTJ.
I'm a vegan and I don't have a religion.
I am very misanthropic.
I am anorexic.
I'm straight edge. (Which means I don't do drugs or consume alcohol.)
I would waste time telling you about who I am, yet I'd rather you find out by yourself.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Everyone owns their own scalpel to their own sculpture, if you understand my metaphor. Everyone has their own preferences and their own likes and dislikes. Neither are right or wrong. They just are. If you need to seek acceptance from others for who you are and what you look like, chances are you don’t accept yourself. Instead of bitching about what’s “real” or “not real” when it comes to women, how about you just mold yourself into what you find to be beautiful so that this argument doesn’t even matter. I find extreme thinness to be beautiful in both genders. It’s just my taste. It’s not wrong or right. It’s just my opinion. Someone else might have a preference for curves and muscle and they’re fine to like whatever they like as well. It’s not a competition and it’s not a debate of wrong or right. Instead of being sexist and saying what a real woman is, how about let’s just look at the individual instead.
If society wasn’t a bitch, everyone would see this scrawny girl who thinks she’s an elephant naked all of the time because she hates clothing when it’s not cold!!!
