Hey everyone! This is lste'

formerly known as amor.ta.

I'm eighteen years old. I write fanfictions because it's fun, amusing, and I always get inspired by movies, music, and other forms of entertainment. There's not much about me and I don't like to disclose too much information about myself for obvious reasons like internet stalkers and such.

Story quotes:

"teh Cornickels of Nonia teh line teh which and teh whore dorb." - Chronicles of Narnia fanfiction. "Avoid Books With Misspelled Titles" by Queen of the Unknown.

But, Ariana didn't reely wont 2 look at sueisin, so she looked at guy 4 and gasped. "Prepare yourselves," muttered Edmund, "It's another 'sexhay sexhay sexhay'!" He woz lyke omg teh sexhay. He was soooooooooooooooooooooo sexhay taht even Ariana's hi IQed brane coud not poot into werds how sexhay taht sexhay guy woz! Seh looked in2 hiz ies and he looked in2 herz and seh woz sooooooooooooooooooo in luv. Dis woz King Peter teh Sexhay (well, teh mangigisend axually, but I coll him teh sexhay, so yeah!) "What did I tell you?" said Edmund. "I have a question," said Susan, "How did she manage to spell everybody's name wrong except Peter's?" "Selective bad spelling?" suggested Tumnus.

She thot abut him evry second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week "Of every month of every year of every decade of every century of her life, until she died, and then she thought of you every second of every minute of every hour of every day, and so on, of her death," riffed Lucy.

"Sunlite," repeated Edmund, "It tastes like ordinary Sun...but it's one hundred percent fat free, so now, you can enjoy more of this delicious meal! So don't delay...buy some Sunlite today at your nearest superstore!"