Trufax.

hi, i'm devin. i'm 17, temporarily. height: 5'10" dob: february 19

the most beautiful thing in the world to me is the night sky. stars. the moon. i could stay out all night and look at the sky. and i don't even need a telescope. i like to embrace all of it at once rather than focus in on one start a time. although, seeing every detail of our friend, the moon, is not too shabby. i wish to learn about constellations and other galaxies.

i love poetry. my name means poet, actually. my poems, i usually write them when i'm upset. they aren't like every other little emo kid's poems. "oh no, my hair ran flat. i'm in a size 3 so now i'm fat. cut, cut. stab stab. this whole thing is f**king fab." no, that's not me. my stuff runs deep. i know, i know. everyone says that. but no, my writing is a big confusion if you don't understand my way of thinking.

jesus is my main man. i will stand up for him any day. i haven't been acting like the best christian i could be here lately. but, who does? i'm not perfect. i never have been. i never will be. i do know he will never give up on me. and i will never give up on him, even though he ripped me from what i knew my entire life to live in fairhope, alabama. i must be here for some reason.

by no means am i perfect, over anyone, mighty, or anything that sets me over the top. i am not a cocky person. i don't think highly of myself. i put others first. usually. until someone doesn't earn it anymore. i can only give so much until i break. and recently, i have broken in half.

i make mistakes daily that i am aware of. cussing, mostly. i'm working on cutting back.

my heart is very tender, and it gets messed with all too much. boys, you do me no justice. so, tell me, why do i fall so hard for you? well, it's not like i fall for every guy. but when i did fall, i fell on my face.

i'm attracted to guys that have excessively long hair. a good, crooked smile makes my body feel in unnatural ways. the guys with the mysterious feel to them, they are magnets for me. and even the ones that look pissed off. geez. i don't know what it is. a plaid shirt on a guy is not a bad idea. he doesn't have to be skinny, but i don't want a big blob. -.- i love a guy with just enough meat on his bones that he's just like a teddy bear. smile and guys that know they are fine, gross. and i won't waste my time on a guy that talks to a million girls at once. do i sound picky? i'm sorry.

monsters are the sexx, period. end of story.

i don't smoke, drink, do hardcore drugs, or have sex. i do enjoy making out, though.

i'm a romantic. a hopeless one at that. i've never been kissed in the rain. i'd love that. i love, love, love, love cuddling. and i don't even like the mad, crazy making out. the sweet, barely even trying, just lying there, touching lips is the best thing in the world to me.

i'm probably listening to some lame song while typing this. i love music. i literally like everything but rap, country, and stupid scene/techno/screamo mix. ya know. like blood on the dance floor? that stuff sucks. hard. i like screamo, yes. screamo, alternative, indie, blues, jazz, classical, some pop, heavy metal, death metal. dude, i'm not too hard to please.

i talk way too much. but i can't help it. i like to talk. which is my major flaw. i annoy everyone with the way i can just talk, and talk, and talk, and talk.

my mind is perverted. it just is. everything is a dirty joke to me. is that normal?

i am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

recently, i was thrown into alabama, kicking and screaming. a guy broke in the house, stole some stuff, and tried to kill my sister. so, i was thrown into my dad's house. it hurts to live here. it might get better.

i dream vividly in colour.

scene names are stupid as hell.

i'm over the emo scene. ehh. it's overrated. it looks cheap and it's just a stupid fad. every single "emo" guy looks exactly the same.

i intend to take over the world.

haven't you heard that i'm the new cancer? i never looked better.

you can trust me with anything. i'm a pretty good friend. and i don't particularly like to be betrayed. being betrayed by a friend hurts me more than...a knife wrapped in fire stabbed, twisted, and pulled through my chest.

i hate my body from the chin down. i always have. i'd change it for anything.

let's wrap this bad boy up.