Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune-without the words,

And never stops at all

- from Hope by Emily Dickinson

Why, hello there. Seems you've found your way to my FictionPress profile, yes? Lovely :)

First off, welcome to my profile. You can call me Lily, which may or may not be my real name...*ahem* As for where I live and how old I am, well, you'll either have to figure those things out on your own, or be content with just knowing that I live somewhere in the United States of America, my birthday is October 13 (virtual cupcakes are always appreciated) and that I am old enough to still be considered 'young'.

I am on my school dance team, academic quiz team and I play French horn in the band. I could not live without Jane Austen, Les Misérables, red velvet cake, music, herbal tea, The Big Bang Theory or, of course, my friends and family. I dislike a lot of things that most people my age generally hate, with a small (okay, relatively large) amount of exceptions. I would describe myself as neurotic, hopelessly romantic, high-on-life, intellectual and agreeable. So, yeah, that's basically me in a nutshell :)

Okay, thanks for reading my profile! If you want to checkout my stories, then, by all means, please do so! I really appreciate reviews (...yes, even flames), and will most likely return them. Also feel free to visit the profiles of my good friends, BringxMexToxLife and Frances Wheeler. Only one of them currently has a story up, but they are both wonderful people, writers and good friends of mine. Also, you can check out my FanFiction account (my pen name is the same as on here) if you want to see some more of my writing. Now, go listen to Mumford & Sons, read some historical fiction novels and have a nice day :)

"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."

- Victor Hugo