Welcome To My Profile!

I am female, 19 years old and slightly insane. Reading, writing and music are three of my big loves but I love History and Archaeology way more! They are my life. :D Well those and my cats! I love my cats more than life itself! Smokey who is a big grey fluffy 7 years old male cat. Grumpy old git! Love him really and his nickname is SirSmokealot. Next is Alice. My sweet little stray who I have no idea of her age. More white than black in colour and shy when she isn't hyper. Nickname Aliccemo. Last but not lest is my kitten Cicero (Yes, named after THAT Cicero) he is a little devil! God I can't sleep without him jumping in my face. He is black and white as well but more black. Nicknamed Ciceroni.

-Giggles-

Now as for my profile name... Shame, Shame on a Conquered King were the last words of Henry II in 1189. Most say he died of a broken heart after his two living sons betrayed him to themselves and Phillip (King of France). I say he didn't care that Richard (Later Richard I and/or Richard the Lion Heart) betrayed him but only that his youngest and favourite son John ( Later King John or OneOfTheShitestKingsEnglandHasEverSeen) had joined with Richard in the berayal. Henry II is my favourite King and I'd say one of the best. Slightly crazy but charming he was a great law maker and a fine WarriorKing; holding land in both England and France. He knew what he wanted and would be better remembered if his wife and sons had not turned their back on him time and time again.

Likes -
- Green, Black, Grey, Blue and Red- Jared Leto- Reading/ Books - Storms- My Cats - Professor Snape, Drace Malfoy, Harry Potter and Tom Riddle - Meaningful Tattoos - Piercings - Archaeology/Ancient History - Fanfiction/Fictionpress - White Chocolate - Jawlines and Necks- Fantasy- Merlin - Bones - Mythbusters - Short People/ Tall People

Music: One Republic, 30 Seconds To Mars, Avenged Sevenfold, Biffy Clyro, YouMeAtSix etc

This Bitter Language

I know your streets, sweet city,
I know the Demons and the Angels flock
and roost in your boughs like birds.
I know you, river, as if you flow through my heart.
I am your warrior daughter.
There are letters made of your body
as a fountain is made of water.
There are languages,
of which you are the blueprint,
and as we speak them,
the city rises.
--Elka Cloke