I am Lucy, 17 and so painfully english that the very thought of ice tea makes me cringe. I'm a Cumberbabe, a Hiddlestoner, a Freebitch, part of the Scott mob, burderned with glorious feels, wishing for Whishaw and completely Fass bent.
I'm the author and the artist, the anacist, the arsehole. I adore poetry but have not even a little bit of a way with words.
I survived the great mishapocalyse of 1st April 2013 by hitting the post limit. Twas' a mighty battle.