My name's Tim.
I'm a male lesbian, so says the BBC, Facebook and me
I was born in '93 in Auckland. Moved about a year after I was born, and we found ourself in Lower Hutt. Lived there for a fair bit of time, but once the parent's divorced things got shook up. Never the less, I'm down in Christchurch now, in my last year of High School.
Not long until Uni! ^_^
Programming is my thing, I love it! Web design is where I'm going at the moment, but my real dream is to become a professional game programmer.
~Tim
I'm a male lesbian, so says the BBC, Facebook and me
I was born in '93 in Auckland. Moved about a year after I was born, and we found ourself in Lower Hutt. Lived there for a fair bit of time, but once the parent's divorced things got shook up. Never the less, I'm down in Christchurch now, in my last year of High School.
Not long until Uni! ^_^
Programming is my thing, I love it! Web design is where I'm going at the moment, but my real dream is to become a professional game programmer.
~Tim
- Last seen on Nov 4 4:38 PM. Member since July 29.
- I'm a emerald dog poet for 7 comments.
- My mood is
, and quote is "Hope for the best, expect the worst; Life is a play, we're unrehearsed". - I am a 16 year old guy (New Zealand)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Coding. But I'm still just a student xD.
- Visit my homepage at www.creationsfatality.com
- I have 7 comments, 10 poems, 2 stories, 2 journals
My Poetry
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Come, wallow in the black pit of my heart.
May I make you tear your hair out?18 lines, September 27 -
Her hands burn with legs quivering.
Her ankles distort, her toes crumple.
My Stories
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1213 lines, July 31. In 600-2000 words, Adult, Dark, Erotica, Fantasy, Lesbian, Love, Romance, Short story, Vampire
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My journal entries
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Big cracks relieve the pressure, Allowing for all the smaller cracks to heal. Maybe more cracks will come again, Threatening my bottle to crack even more. 1 But maybe, just maybe, I can liquidate and run from myself, And set up shop in another personality. 2 Or perhaps I'm forever the miniature wooden shSeptember 14, 200 words. → Make first comment?
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I'm sick. I'm being drained by people who want support, who want money, who want company, who want what I have to give. 1 But now I'm empty, and they still keep sucking. 2 I'm dry. I'm tired. 3 Stop whining. Deal with your problems instead of blowing them out of proportion. Don't talk to me if aSeptember 2, 100 words. → Make first comment?
