"You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."

My name is Gypsy Starr, and as of April 30th, 2005, I am fifteen-years-old. I am a Mexican-Korean lesbian writer who listens to hardcore rock and likes it like rape. I like Blood!Play, fanfiction, and yaoi. White silk scarves make me giggle, and I look good in black eyeliner. Truth be told, I couldn't care less what other people think or say about me. I can be blunt if I'm impatient or annoyed, but for the most part I like being soft and subtle.

I can be your worst enemy or best friend, and sometimes both at the same time.

Writing is my life.

Current Obsessions: Permanent markers, baking brownies, claw marks, bruised backs, baggy pants and tight shirts, martyrdom, and House.

Always Obsessions: beauty. androgyny. apathy. lolita. boyxboy. girlxgirl. vampire erotica. elegance. porcelain dolls. corsets. broken mirrors. innocence. silent tears. plastic smiles. suicidegirls. satin sheets. self-injury. pain. bailey's irish cream. renaissance. fanfiction. roleplaying. reading. writing. suicide.

Slash Couple of the Moment: Probably my made-up twins, Vanilla and Cinammon. They're story is so sad... It's all in my head, but when I think about it too much, it makes me want to cry. No child should have to go through such pain. It's not their fault they love each other. They're the only thing they have in this world.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs,

the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns."