or so she tends to pretend. she being ash, of semi sound mind and uninviting body. interested in ink, literature, art... pretty much anything beautiful. she speaks her mind, wears her heart on the outside, and has no qualms, at all. easily broken but quicker to her feet every time. mad love for the little things, and always down for an intelligent conversation, or an inept one if it entertains. she is a writer, to the core though she lacks the talent to make it brilliant. she is and has always been a music junkie as well as a comic dork. rowling, steinbeck, paolini, roidan, cooper, cooper, and shakespeare hold her heart.