the characters i draw are history of the imagination. the novels i write are amorously fiction. the music i listen to is noise. the person i am is a sort of startling recluse.
i am andrea.
i am attempting to find the perfect penname.
mio amore is a victorian vampire. anything remotely related to the nineteenth century is lovely. i should have met shakespeare when i had the chance. i hope to soon live in western england. i've already written myself a will. fiction is an escape. i'm on the verge of mental divergence. i've an alarming obsession with charlie chaplin. i've an out-of-tune piano. i've several decks of different kinds of playing cards. i write fiction. i've an unsettling admiration for taxidermists. i'm in love with anatomy class. i think anything skinned is quite attractive. i'm still in high school.
"true horror should both attract and repel."bela lugosi.
afternoon, my lovelies. i've supposedly switched from deviantart to this sheezyart business in hopes of getting a semi-respectable gallery. my deviantart shall be for, let's say, everything i draw, as this sheezyart shall be for the lovely dark 19th century goodness i do. by the by, i do not want any of my things saved onto your personal computer or archived on a website of any kind. why you'd do a thing like that with this feeble art, i don't know. but refrain or i'll personally dig out your eyeballs with my nail-bitten and jagged fingernails. they are quite long, i warn you. other than that, i'm very pleased to see i've gotten comments and a few watches. sheezyart is quite friendly, as am i! don't get me wrong, now. ;]