Author has written 2 stories for Bones, and Twilight.
Real name: Selena H.
Age: Old enough to know better but young enough to not care.
Favorite books: Artemis Fowl, The Immortals Quartet and Song of the Lioness Quartet, Graceling, Incarceron, Harry Potter
Favorite TV shows: Bones, Criminal Minds, House
Favorite movies: Aladdin, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1, National Treasure 1 and 2, Annie, Pirates of the Caribbean 1,2, and 3
Favorite thing to do: Read and write, hang out with my bestfriends and act crazy, learn, sail
Favorite colour: Black (even though it is not a colour) dark purple, crimson
Favorite musicians: Eminem, My Chemical Romance, Greenday, Linkin Park, Nicki Minaj, Evanescence, Nickelback, Paramore,
Favorite songs: Firework by Katy Perry, Lose Yourself by Eminem, Hello by Evanescence, Fly by Nicki Minaj, Moment 4 Life by Nicki Minaj
Pet peeves: People who talk about people behind the person's back but are afraid to tell the person to their face, people who treat me like I'm stupid
Many people would describe me as Gothic but that is not the only side of me. I don't have millions of fake friends but a handful of real ones and that is how I like it. I speak my mind and am not afraid to tell you if you are doing something I don't agree with. I am stubborn and hard headed. I have a strong sense of right and wrong and stand up for what I feel is right. I am fiercely protective of my friends and won't hesitate to stab a pencil through your eye if you hurt one of them.
You either love me or hate me, there is not middle ground. But I don't care what you think of me. I am me and no one is going to change that.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time just because she was 'different'.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
We are the couple who can never hold hands in public because of the disgusted glares that follow us.
I am the woman who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
I am the girl ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson."
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: LOVE!
~STOP ALL THE HATRED!~ ~LOVE PEOPLE FOR THEIR LIVES NOT HOW THEY LIVE THEM.~ ~CHERISH THE SOULS THAT ARE DIFFERENT AND MAKE THEM FEEL LOVED.~ ~THEY NEED ITMORE THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW!~ ~DON'T JUDGE PEOPLE BASED ON WHAT OTHERS HAVE TOLD YOU.~ ~LOVE AND BE LOVED!~ REPOST IF YOU AGREE!~ WE NEED YOUR HELP TO END THE HURT!~
You can't make a rainbow with only one shade of color and you can't make a better world with only one type of person. See and accept the things you're not. One day we might just make this world more beautiful. Copy this onto your profile if you want others to stop being so blind and heartless in this world...and you want world peace more than anything money can buy!
R.I.P.- Albus Dumbledore , Sirius Black, Hedwig, Mad-Eye Moody, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Fred Weasley, Dobby, Colin Creevey, Cedric Diggory, Julius Root, Zoë Nightshade, Bianca di Angelo, Castor (son of Mr. D), Pan, Quintus/Daedalus, Lee Fletcher, and all of the other Demigods who fell fighting for Camp Half-Blood.
They will never be forgotten.
I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Artemis Fowl, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone: Iheartjake, TeamJacob101, Boysareadrag, The Dawn Is Breaking, secilmis yazar, Holly Marie Fowl, Selena Alice Peyton Booth,
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, “Common Sense,” who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- the early bird gets the worm;
- life isn’t always fair; and
- maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers – “I Know My Rights,” “I Want It Now,” “Someone Else Is To Blame,” and “I’m A Victim.”
Not many attended his funeral, because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Dare to be Different
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