Biography
"I am going away for a while
But I'll be back don't try and follow me
'Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See, I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes
And run from them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction
'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Travelin' endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact, they follow me
And we just go in circles
But now I'm told that this is life
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it
Would someone care to classify
Our broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on?
And run to them, to them
Full-speed ahead
Oh, you are not useless
We are just
Misguided ghosts
Travelin' endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one road
And we should not be the same
But I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me
They echo me in circles."
- Misguided Ghosts, Paramore
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| Personality
| Determined | Fiercely Loyal | Self-reliant | Sarcastic | The Girl Who Was On Fire | Resilient | Survival Instincts of a Wolverine |
Preferences
Excerpt from Mockingjay, by Suzanne Collins.
"At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. 'Your favorite colour . . . it's green?'
'That's right.' Then I think of something to add. 'And yours is orange.'
'Orange?' He seems unconvinced.
'Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,' I say. 'At least, that's what you told me once.'
'Oh.' He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. 'Thank you.'
But more words tumble out. 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.'
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry."
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