Hi, I'm Nibby/Evin/Rebekah, depending on who you ask. I write, draw, paint, and very rarely finish anything.
Most of the stuff posted here is poetry that I've done over the years. The majority of it I feel is unfinished and lacking. Some of it could be decent if I spent the time to fix them but I seriously doubt that will happen.
Sometimes people don't like my writing/don't get it and that's fine. I try to take criticism
constructively. I don't ever reply to "Thank You"s. I probably won't comment on your
deviation. Take the fave as a compliment.
Current Residence: my mother's basement like a dweeb
Favourite genre of music: metal, rock, alternative, techno, nugrass, doo-wop, bluegrass
Least favourite: country, country rock, whatever ICP is (I understand the appeal of these, I just experience none of it.)
Favourite style of art: surrealism, psychological, horror, grotesque
Operating System: Human 0.9
MP3 player of choice: iPhone 5c
Skin of choice: Yours. May I have it?
Favourite cartoon character: Salad Fingers, kid Goku, Master Roshi, Meatwad, Zecora
Favourite quote: "Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether
madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence-whether much that is glorious-whether all that
is profound-does not spring from disease of thought-from moods of mind exalted at the
expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things
which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of
eternity, and thrill, in awakening, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great
secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the
mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into
the vast ocean of the "light ineffable," and again, like the adventures of the Nubian
geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi." Edgar Allen Poe