if i was an olympic gymnast i would just flip around everywhere all day like i wouldnt stop like oh can you pass the salt no but i can do 7 backflips in a row holding the salt and then twist into a cartwheel to hand you it
To whom it may concern.
My name is Ebony and as you all well know (well, maybe all), I love to read and talk a lot of bullshit. I'm nineteen. Oldest I've been so far. This used to be a secret thing, then I was found out. I was only trying to hide from the papparazi.
I'm not bringing sexy back.
I live in Australia, which most people from not-Australia would consider a very hot country, which also is very true. It is hot..IN THE SUMMER. But if you imagine us Australians are riding kangaroos like other people are riding bikes, that is fine as well, because I would rather ride a kangaroo than a bike. Platypus are fine too. I have a baby platypus plush in my bed. He has seen many things in his short plushie-life, I imagine..seeing as my bed is a place where many things happen. OH NO I DI'EN'T <3
I am about to be a uni student, a very lazy one in fact. I dream about becoming a mind-blowing broadway star, but educate myself to become a child restrainer and forcer of education, or something. That is outstanding, isn't it?
I like to eat things. Sweet things, raw things, sour things, spicy things. Among sweet things I include chocolate, cupcakes, cakes, wobbly and melodic jelly. Raw things basically means sushi, because sushi is nutritious and yummy. I'm just totally gonna skip the sour and spicy things, because I can't think of anything sour and spicy that I would like to eat right now. Although I am pretty hungry. I am always hungry. Just ask my tummy..it keeps going on about food and when I give it food it stops for two points of a nanosecond going "oh that was good" then right back to "EBONY I AM HUNGRY FOOD DAMNIT"
I like:
Not being known.
My iPod.
Music.
Black nail polish.
MEOW
Being alone sometimes.
Skinny leg jeans.
Riding the bus.
Collecting cd's/vinyl.
Veganism/Vegitarianism.
Reading.
The boyfriand.
Growing my hair.
Taking photos of everything
Eyeliner.
Talking.
Hyperactive moments.
Sleepovers.
Dancing.
Chatting to the homeless.
Singing until I have no voice left.
Good Hair Days.
Breathing in helium balloons.
Walking down the street with my mates.
Watching all the weird looks I get when I walk down the street with my mates.
Laughing till I cry.
CUDDLES.
Story Writing.
Youth Theatre.
Poetry.
The Rain.
Eyes.
A Nice Smile.
Actual guitars.
You.
So now you've learned the most interesting things about me, I'm sure. This means you can die happy.
