When I was not supposedly born yet, all the heavenly bodies conspired to create me and alas! There I was, a resplendent young scintilla, born in the era of the apotheosis of the world!
Okay, who am I kidding? I'm just trying to impress and boast about how I know pretty words blah blah blah--. Let's not judge anyone, please. You can judge my uncle's haircut though.
My real name is as unusual as what I am using as a pseudonym.
I like pretty words, and pretty sentences.
I highlight everything.
I like giraffes and the color orange.
I'm lost in an intangible world where my thoughts are never truly applied.
Hi.