Author has written 26 stories for Smallville, Harry Potter, Hairspray, Wizards of Waverly Place, Hey Arnold, Merlin, and Misc. Tv Shows.
Seven and twenty years ago, there was this girl, curvy and blushed, who happened upon the world.
She faced her life with shyness and fear.
One day, she grew up.
Nothing was ever the same.
At twenty seven, I've gotten use to the world as I see it. But I'm always ready to have it shaken up. With new sight, comes great adventures.
I write fanfiction, listen to music and draw the world through hooded eyes. If there's a villian, they're to real to be evil and to alive to be good. I enjoy dreaming about things that haven't happened but might and like the thought of crossovers because nothing is more fun than complete chaos.
Everyone calls me Ley.
I only have three couples I can't bear to see uncoupled. ( Elizabeth/Darcy. Anne/Gil. Wentworth/Anne.) Because I enjoy the what if to much to not see the possiblities.
The only thing I really dislike is overdramitized writing and rats.
I love the undiscovered and enjoy the bittersweet.
I dream in color and see beyond the pale.
Loves: The Number Five. Cheeseburgers. My iPod. Squirrels. Shennangians. Books. Polka Dots. Abandoned Places. Photographs. Orange Juice. The way it sounds right before you go to sleep. The color green. The smell of wood. The sound of the perfect sentence. The smell of fresh laundry. Think and Creamy Vanilla Yogurt. Altoids. Inside Jokes. Good Crab Puffs. Plans you make in case of Zombie attacks.The color Green. Halloween. A perfectly drawn picture that you can fall into. The word adulation. Spicy food that makes you feel warm. The moment before you get up when the world is still hazy and all the sounds our still diluted and you think just for a second that you are the happiest you've ever been. The moments you look around, in the middle of laughing and smiling and thinking the world, in just that minute, is going to be okay. Dark eyes with dark hair. Music that makes you cry. Music that makes you live.
Dislikes: Clowns. Vanessa Hudgens. Music with shitty lyrics. Good lyrics with a shitty beat. Stupid commercials. Touchy people who are drunk. Touchy people who AREN'T drunk. People who think they know you so you pretend you know them, then they realize that you aren't the person they thought you were. Rudeness. The color magenta. Undercooked noodles. Raw meat. Jerks who yell at cashiers, when newsflash, they can't do anything. Office chairs that make your butt numb. Guys that say the can't stop thinking about you, when it's just something to fill up the time between that second and the moment they are going to leave to see someone else. The word moist. The moment, when you've just finished crying, and you realize you really are a hot mess. People who smell like pee. People who force you to try something you don't want to and then roll there eyes when the squid makes you gag. The way your leg feels when you've got a leg cramp. People who bring up the fact that you've jumped into a dumpster during a tornado, but don't realize how awesome it is that you didn't die and instead laugh because they are in fact totally lame. Roses, because they make me think of funerals.