About me:
Name: Misha
Sex: Female
Race: Asian
Age:19
Current location: United Kingdom
Hair color: Black/Brown
Eye color: Brown
Birthdate: 20 August

Books:

The Werecat Series,
Uglies Series,
House of Night,
The Hallows Series,
The Hunger Games
The Vampire Diaries,
The Vampire Academy,
Wicked Lovely,
Ink Exchange,
Fragile Eternity,
The Carpathian Novels,
Demon Lord,
The Vampire Lestat,
Queen of the Damned,
Darren Shan,
Wuthering Heights,
Jane Eyre,
Alison Croggon,
Artemis Fowl,
Maximum Ride,
The Riddler's Gift,
Harry Potter series,
Pride and Prejudice,
Sense and Sensibility,
Dracula,
The darkangel,
Night Watch,
Golden Compass,
Demonata,
The Ragwitch,
The Pricess and the Captain,
The Vampyre,
The Declaration,
Lies and Vampires,
The Vampire Academy Series,
Who's That Girl,
Angels and demons,
Define 'Normal',
The Queen's Soprano,
The Host,
Interview With The Vampire
Poltergeist sesries

The list goes on, so I'm not going to name them all.

Quotes:

“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.”
Buddha Siddhartha Gautama

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet" William Shakespeare

"Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past"
Into The Wild

Music:

I listen to almost anything recently being classical and the old type of alternative and rock music:

Two Steps From Hell, The Parlotones, Her Bright Skies, Tokio Hotel, 30 Seconds To Mars, My Chemical Romance, Seether, Avril Lavigne, Lost Prophets, Simple Plan, Silverstein, Hawthorne Heights, Good Charlotte, Bullet For My Valentine, All American Rejects, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Owl City, Metrostation, Evanescence, Escape The Fate, Nightwish, Saosin, Alien Ant Farm, Avenged Sevenfold, August Burns Red, AFI, Disturbed, Guns N' Roses, The Killers, Vanilla Sky, All Time Low, Nirvana, Paramore, Alesana, P!nk, Eighteen Visions, HIM, Mayday Parade, etc

Way too many to list

Love by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
Are all but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay
Beside the ruined tower.

The moonshine stealing o'er the scene
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My own dear Genevieve!

She leant against the armed man,
The statue of the armed knight;
She stood and listened to my lay,
Amid the lingering light.

Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My hope! my joy! my Genevieve!
She loves me best, whene'er I sing
The songs that make her grieve.

I played a soft and doleful air,
I sang an old and moving story -
An old rude song, that suited well
That ruin wild and hoary.

She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace;
For well she knew I could not choose
But gaze upon her face.

I told her of the Knight that wore
Upon his shield a burning brand;
And that for ten long years he wooed
The Lady of the Land.

I told her how he pined: and ah!
The deep, the low, the pleading tone
With which I sang another's love
Interpreted my own.

She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that I gazed
Too fondly on her face!

But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he crossed the mountain-woods,
Nor rested day nor night;

That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade,
And sometimes starting up at once
In green and sunny glade, -

There came and looked him in the face
An angel beautiful and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
This miserable Knight!

And that, unknowing what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land;

And how she wept, and clasped his knees;
And how she tended him in vain;
And ever strove to expiate
The scorn that crazed his brain; -

And that she nursed him in a cave;
And how his madness went away,
When on the yellow forest-leaves
A dying man he lay; -

His dying words -but when I reached
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
My faltering voice and pausing harp
Disturbed her soul with pity!

All impulses of soul and sense
Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve;
The music and the doleful tale,
The rich and balmy eve;

And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,
An undistinguishable throng,
And gentle wishes long subdued,
Subdued and cherished long!

She wept with pity and delight,
She blushed with love, and virgin shame;
And like the murmur of a dream,
I heard her breathe my name.

Her bosom heaved -she stepped aside,
As conscious of my look she stepped -
Then suddenly, with timorous eye,
She fled to me and wept.

She half enclosed me with her arms,
She pressed me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, looked up,
And gazed upon my face.

'Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly 'twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart.

I calmed her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,
My bright and beauteous Bride.

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kick out of her home, because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets, because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister sho holds her gay brother through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents that buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital, because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from my two fathers, who are the only loving family I have ever had.
I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school.
It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hung up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if i want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed and raised.
The court says I am an unfit mother, because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman
I am the domestic-violence survivior who has no support system to turn to, because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son, because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMT's stopped treating me as soon as they realised I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty, because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't always have to deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed the doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends that I am a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to died, because two straight me wanted to 'teach me a lesson'.
--IF YOU THINK THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG, THEN REPOST THIS--

I'm INTO THEATRE & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I’m a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a Goth.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naïve
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I’m WICCAN, so I MUST be a devil-worshipping baby killer.
I’m A GOOD LIAR, so I MUST be an actor/actress
I’m a BLACK BELT, so I MUST always want to kick someone’s ass
I LIKE TO BE MYSELF, so I MUST be cocky and arrogant
I LOVE ANIMALS, so I MUST be a vegetarian
I’m a TREEHUGGER, so I MUST be a drug addicted hippie
I’m INTO JIMI HENDRIX, so I MUST be on drugs
I’m a MUSICIAN, so I MUST not be doing anything with my life
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST love math
I'm PUNK, so I MUST cut my wrists
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist
I'm IRISH, so I MUST be a alcoholic
I'm BLOND, so I MUST be a stupid ditz
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore
I have A LOT OF GUY FRIENDS so I MUST be dating them all
I have GOOD GRADES, so I MUST be a nerd
I'm a CHRISTIAN, so I MUST believe in heaven.
I have BLOND HAIR, so I MUST be easy.
I LOVE TO READ, so I MUST be a geek.
I don’t TALK IN CLASS so I MUST have no friends.

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!