Author has written 5 stories for Sonny with a Chance, and Labyrinth.
My name is Emily I am 16 years old. I live in the Midwest US.
Hobbies- Playing clarinet, doing origami, rocketry, photography, fishing, reading, writing, hanging out with my friends, playing soccer, and acting.
TV- Psych, Monk, Moonlight, Life, Sonny with a Chance, Burn Notice, True Jackson VP, Criminal Minds, NCIS, White Collar, and Doctor Who
Books- Alex Rider, Harry Potter, Twilight, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, anything by John Green, anything by Margaret Peterson Haddix, Maximum Ride, The Scarlet Pimpernel, and many many more!
Movies- The Dark Knight, Pirates of the Caribbean, X-Men, 1408, anything Disney or with superheroes in it, The Princess Bride, and Lord of the Rings
Musicals- Phantom of the Opera, RENT, Sweeney Todd, Chicago, Wicked, Labyrinth, Les Miserables, Across the Universe, and Camp Rock
I am a very messy person, I go on fanfiction.net more than I go on my MySpace or facebook, my favorite food is Mac and Cheese, my favorite dessert is anything chocolate
I am the girl ... that doesn't go to school dances, 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 cellphone 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 Harry Potter, who can express herself better with words, 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 times that they are unique, but not alone.
~PrettyFanGirl, Truth Be Told 13, DEFiiANCE, MadCatta, Origamichick
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.
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.
I am the man 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 didn't 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 has to hide what this world needs most, love.
HOMOPHOBIA SUCKS ... PLEASE COPY IF YOU THINK SO TOO!
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. (I don't actually believe this but it was cool, soooo...yeah)
Honesty is the best policy but insanity is the best defence.
Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until they speak.
I was wondering why frisbees got bigger as they got closer then it hit me.
Bullshit: the art of making the idiotic sound sensible.