Basics Hi there! I'm Kathryn, but please call me Ryn. I'm just a weird girl who loves reading, writing, acting and eating! I also have a Wattpad, I'm LunarLullaby if you want to look me up!
More About Me * I love food. Period. * I'm a Grammar . * I love to watch YouTube videos! I love so many YouTubers I couldn't write them all down! * I'm a hopeless romantic. Sadly I'm not attractive so guys run away whenever they see me but, eh, I can imagine. * My religion is quite ... unusual. I believe in God, Jesus, Mary -- all them, but I also believe in reincarnation. Problem? * I am a midget. Only 5'1. *cries* * As you can see from my profile picture, I love The Sims 3. * I'd rather be online than at a big party. * Actually now I think about it, I'd rather be locked in my room with nothing in it than be at a big party. * I'm a vegetarian, and proud! * I hate school. More than words can describe. Well, words can actually describe it. But we don't want this odd little box filled up with cuss words, now do we? * I love to roleplay! * I am lazy.as.hell
My Music hahahahaha pun on the YouTube show yeah if you get that i love you ok i'm sorry i'll go now * Florence + The Machine * RadioHead * Linkin Park * P!nk * Eminem * Mindless Self Indulgence * My Chemical Romance *Skrillex
My Purpose ...? * To make people smile (: * To help people escape from the Hell of their lives, even if it's only for 5 seconds * To help people * To be a good friend to people * To get rid of the even number of purposes because I have an irrational hatred of even numbers :P
There was a girl. She was 7. Her hair was in pigtails and she
wore a bright yellow summer dress. She held a sign that said "Go
Dad Go!" and a small rose for her dad. She waited at the
finishline for her dad to finish the race. She waited and waited,
then he came bounding around the corner with his hands in the air
and a smile on his face. When he saw his little girl standing
there with the sign and the rose, his smile spread all the way
across his face. As he crossed the finish line he turned around
to try and find his daughter. That is when he heard the
explosion, then the other. His grin disapeared as he yelled and
searched for his daughter. When he finaly found her, fear and
sadness took over. He bent down and kissed his girl before the
medics took her away. The last thing the girl saw was her brave
daddy in tears.
Then all went black.
( This is not a true story but it represents the day of the
bombing of the Boston Marathon.)
I think a lot of
overweight girls are hypocrites. I'm naturally skinny, I
what I want, I don't starve myself, and I am beautiful. So
why are you allowed to love your "curves", but it's
wrong for me to love my "bones"? Why is it okay for you
to call me anorexic, but horrible for me to call you fat? If you
can feel beautiful for being big, I can feel beautiful for being
small. Get over it.