I'm seventeen years old and an up-coming senior in high school, and I am currently spending my time either reading, writing, singing in about a million choirs, being a student council officer, and falling in love, which, in my personal opinion, is the best of all of the afore-mentioned activities. :)

I read literally any Harry Potter ship, although I'm not a big fan of slash...you'll find I write mainly HP or PotC, but I drabble here and there in other things, although none of that is ever posted.


Please review, because then I'll be happy and write more (not that I'm threatening or anything)






Love is not all
It is not meat or drink
Or shelter, or a roof against the rain
Or yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Or clean the blood, or set the fractured bone
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain, and moaning for release
Or nagged by want past resolution's power
That I may be driven to sell your love for peace.
Or trade the memory of this night for food,
It well may be.
I do not think I would.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay~