Nightingale

I am a black-clad humanoid with a ton of makeup, various tattoos, and a paint brush or coffee in hand. I am constantly questioning this world. The way people act, what people like, the choices we all make, and why? Most people act so fake, and lack a moral compass it drives me insane! Is there no shame anymore in the world? Have humans become completely desensitized? Can people just stop being egotistical asshole monsters? Are there really aliens? Did I really see one as a child? Are the far left ever going to get their heads out of their ass?!? Please do so soon because I can't respect your idiocracy. Did I start as a small micro-organism, turn into a plant, and evolve into a human? If so, why hasn't the cockroach evolved since its existence? Is my parents house haunted? Why do I keep cutting my hair? Grow damn it!!! When I die, will Hello kitty be at the end of the light? At minimum, I would like to restructure subatomic particles at will, perceive happenings on the subatomic level, live forever, resize myself at will, and teleport. Is that too much to ask?

Moving along...

I am a crazy in love hellcat busy having the time of my life with my husband, exploring the corners of this world, while listening to great music, hanging out with rad people, burning incense, and a few bridges along the way.

For those I have met in life I am grateful for. For those in my life now, the future chapters will be the best!

Peace & ♥,

Heather Lorraine

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"Thermo-dynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing."

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