My name is Desiree. I love writing, though I don't do it nearly enough lately. I have no specific writing style. I usually just write whatever is floating around inside my head. I get my inspiration from rainy days and lonely nights spent with my severed doll head collection.
I do amateur(shit) photography.
I also love to sculpt and doodle. Cartoons are my specialty. Most of my artwork has a Tim Burton/Jhonen Vasquez type of feel.
I am an extreme procrastinator.
I'm in love with the writing of Edgar Allen Poe, Silvia Plath, and e. e. cummings. But who isn't? Okay, I can name a few, but they don't really matter.
that which we who're alive in spite of mirros
(have died beyond the clock)we,of ourselves
than of my books could even be your shelves
(that which we die for;not when or unless
if or to prove;imperfectly or since
but through spontaneous deft strictly horrors
which stars may not observe;while roses wince)
that which we die for lives(may never cease
views with smooth vigilant perpetual eyes
each exact victim,how he does not stir)
O love,my love!soul slings and heart concieves
and mind leaps(and that which we die for lives
as wholly as that which we live for dies)
-e. e. cummings
