Metalman13im into piercings and tats, as I have 25 piercings, had more but got bored and took some out, done all piercings but my tongue, have bout 15 tats, got bout and did10 my self( not professional ). easy going very laid back. piercings, tats, listening to type o negative and few other bands
Th3revolutionHaiii thur.
My name is Jade. I'm a 23 year old girl from good ol Salt Lake City. I waitress and bartend full-time. I have a lovely little girl who's 2 named Evelyn. I just recently got out of a toxic 7 year relationship but am currently seeing the most amazing man ever. I'm here for good conversation and to make friends. I love reading, writing, drawing, swimming, pool, poker, music, playing video games, and going out to the bar with friends in my free time. I smoke like a chimney, swear like a sailor, and drink like a fish. I'm in no way religious but am completely respectful of others beliefs. I am one of the most down to earth, open minded people you'll ever meet. It takes a lot to offend me. I am a walking, talking paradox. I contradict myself entirely to much. Self conscious but vain. Compulsive but a procrastinator. I'm blunt and extremely sarcastic. I don't tolerate fake people and never try to come off as something I'm not. I'm a knowledge junkie and not fond of small talk.
Tj8258i am not to good with this kinds of things, but i will give it a shot,
firstly i guess i am kind and giving, by what everyone keeps telling me,
i listen to everyone and the ladies like to tell me sad things and problems in their lives. in the end i say a few words and they seem to be happier and cheerful
i live my day in a fun, happy, laughing manor, though i can make a stand and be stern when the time is needed.
i like Heavy Metal, i am self taught guitar and had lessons for drums by my father.
i aspire to be an author.
my interest is gaming, writing and playing my guitar. i love to sit outside in rain or shine and listen to nature.
i have a soft side for cute things and i just love to snuggle up to them.
Quasimodo"There's A race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far,
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He