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SamheinPhoto ♂️ [11891679] [2009-10-17 18:41:12 +0000 UTC] "Carlos Estrada" (United States)

# Statistics

Favourites: 13; Deviations: 38; Watchers: 7

Watching: 12; Pageviews: 2525; Comments Made: 11; Friends: 12

# Interests

Favorite visual artist: Alphonse Mucha
Favorite movies: Alice in Wonderland
Favorite bands / musical artists: I AM GHOST
Favorite games: zOMG, Guild Wars
Favorite gaming platform: Wii, PS3, PC
Tools of the Trade: Camera
Other Interests: Candid Photography, *Yoga *Literature *DeadPan Humor *Working with Android based tablets *Lists

# About me

* I love random messages
* I'm down to earth
* I will tell you straight in the face that I don't like you
* If I don't do said above my body language will
* I hate the taste of mustard
* My roots are Hawaiian and Mexican
* I'm a great cook
* started to learn how to bake
* I procrastinate sometimes
* on second thought, often
* I have quite a few quirks
* My nose is always in a book
* I'm easily irritable
* Making lists to help other easily read my self summary
* I love the colors Green, Dark Red, Purple, Dark Blue and
Black.
* I love a good Joke
* I use to do a lot of stand up comedy back in high school
* I love Vampires (of the non Meyer kind)
* I'm mostly nocturnal
* Trying to become an early bird because I do hate to waste
sunlight.
* I love Coffee and Tea
* I'm easily flattered
* I don't like to go outside in the winter
* I love sunbathing only in the summer
* I do Yoga, A LOT
* I love it when people use A LOT, not ALOT. An Alot is an
imaginary beast. look it up.
* I have a very messy room
* I have a WILD imagination
* I do art as a hobby
* I HATE NARUTO (mainly due to the fans)
* I very tidy when it comes to my appearance
* I do forget to shave

Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap. Or sell your textbooks for cash halfway through the semester. Or leave you love notes in your pockets. Or wash your pants with Post-It notes in the pockets so your laundry comes out covered in bits of wet paper. They might cry if the Post-It notes are unread all over your pants. It’s an unpredictable life.

But what happens if a writer falls in love with you?

This is a little more predictable. You will find your hemp necklace with the glass mushroom pendant around the neck of someone at a bus stop in a short story. Your favorite shoes will mysteriously disappear, and show up in a poem. They watch you always wear, they watch you own but never wear, the fact that you’ve never worn a watch: they suddenly belong to characters you’ve never known. And yet they’re you. They’re not you; they’re someone else entirely, but they toss their hair like you. They use the same colloquialisms as you. They scratch their nose when they lie like you. Sometimes they will be narrators; sometimes protagonists, sometimes villains. Sometimes they will be nobodies, an unimportant, static prop. This might amuse you at first. Or confuse you. You might be bewildered when books turn into mirrors. You might try to see yourself how your beloved writer sees you when you read a poem about someone who has your middle name or prose about someone who has never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. These poems and novels and short stories, they will scatter into the wind. You will wonder if you’re wandering through the pages of some story you’ve never even read. There’s no way to know. And no way to erase it. Even if you leave, a part of you will always be left behind.

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.