Melody Cartwright

About me:

Nightfall. A spacious, dark room filled with delicious food, expensive liquor, and good friends. Personalities tend to clash, yet we all know we're the same. It's why we've found each other.
Begin. Miniature glasses clank together as a toast is declared. Sobriety kissed goodbye. Music plays loudly, as heads nod in unison to the beat. Some sit back and observe the scene, whilst others engage in deep conversation. A fire burns in the center keeping us warm. Flames lick our legs as we dance, sing, and play instruments around it.
Debaucherous acts are committed. Nothing we'd ever admit to being ashamed of. For it's what keeps us going. We want it. Need it. Then there are always those who choose to fight. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't enticed by the violence. Painful pleasure. As dawn nears, in one way or another, we're all in about the same mental state.
Shall we? Fuck.
You wish you were there.

anti auth0rity

I'd like to meet this man:

because he's a FUCKING GENIUS.