Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

 

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

 

I've heard it in the chilliest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

 

- Emily Dickinson

An eccentric, nature-loving, cat/vampire/boys love junkie. I am an addict but I don't do drugs. Drugs are bad. 

Things I'm addicted to:

Coffee

Cats

Vampires

Horror

Yunjae

Books

Big fan of John Green, Anne Rice, John Grisham, Darren Shan, Abigail Roux, JF Smith, and lots lots more. 

If you love/like twilight and fifty shades of grey, add me and tell me why, because I can't wrap my head around it. Seriously...Why? 

If you're generally a friendly person and you don't care that I hate things that you like, then add me. I don't mind.