MORGAN, gypsy reignbow

[gypsy reignbow morgan]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

GYPSY REIGNBOW MORGAN*

lright, sooooo. I have a weird name. First name is Gypsy, not that weird right? Well, considering I was born in Australia and I don't think Gypsies are in Australia.Yeah, it's sorta weird. A seriously weird middle name. Reignbow. Yep, my first name is Reignbow. I don't even know. Anyways, my mom named me Gypsy because she's crazy okay?My last name is Morgan. Not a traditional Irish name I know. I'm half Australian also, so it's all from my dad's side. Most people call me Gyps and nothing else... I'm nineteen years old hell yeah. Actually, not really. All I can do is buy cigarettes and porn and vote. Not really that much fun but whatever, I'll get use to it. I was born on the fourth of July. Is that Independence day here or something? I'm a quirky person really. I can either have fun or not have fun. Just depends on my mood. I say random things just for the randomness. I'm funny with a dry sense of humor and I'm pretty sarcastic when I want to be.

But I am a sweetheart. I consider myself a tiny bit conceited but doesn't everyone? People rub against my skin like sandpaper sometimes and I have a habit of insulting them because of it. I'm not afraid to speak my mind at times and sometimes it pisses people off but who am I to care? It's my thoughts and they deserve to be heard. On the good side, I'm pretty trustworthy next to being honest sometimes even brutally honest but sometimes someone needs honesty to smack them in the face to bring them back to reality. It's obvious that I have some form of ADD right? Yeah, I think I do too. I talk a lot for the hell of it. Because I like conversations. Honestly, I can go on and on for hours about one little subject because I'm a nerd. I'm a kid with a high IQ. I decided to flunk out of school because my lovely personality made it hard to get along with teachers who decided to act like they own the place. I guess it was my fault. But I like to correct people when they are wrong. Honestly, I am not the best person to try to argue with. I look at facts a lot and I hate being wrong.

Honestly, it's not that interesting. I have such a strange and scary past that I fear it might scare you away. No, Not really but let's start on my family right? One word to describe them would be weird, they are weird. My brother? fucking weird. My sister? She's weirder. My other brother? I can't explain him but he's scary. My parents are a bit odd. Well, my dad is my step father actually but really, they bicker to each other in IAustralian accents. I hardly understand them. Not to mention my mother cooks enough for about eighty people. I mean, I love bringing the band home because all we do is eat and listen to my whole family talk in weird accents. I swear I'm the normal one. Anyways, So, I'm from this little place called Sydney Australia Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Ohh, you're Australian. Half Australian, Half Irish thank you. Okay, so being born in Australia was fun or well it was. I mean, the people there are seriously drunk and yeah, St. Patrick's day is pretty big. I spent most of my damn life thinking I was a leperchaun. Thanks to my big brother. Oh, I have two brothers and a sister. Patrick ( oh how ironic ) is the oldest. He's about twenty three. My sister Finley is about twenty-one and then my youngest brother Aiden. He's seventeen and pretty much the most idiotic one of us in the family. Anyways, they are all cool. I love them to death.

I grew up in Australia till I turned sixteen. My father was killed by a drunk driver two years before. After that my mom remarried. Angus. Yeah, the name may make him seem a little rough but he's cool. He encouraged me to follow my dreams blah blah blah. But yeah, point is. I had no problem with him unlike my siblings. I guess being the middle kid brought some problems. You know? But mum and dad love me. My accent? It leaks sometimes. I try to keep it out but fuck, that never works because if I get pissed. Well, yeah. I just burst out with it and some people can detect it but it's barely there. But yeah, so onto America! We moved to California. I got strange looks and I gave strange looks. Everyone had that southern accent and I was kinda scared? by it. Haha. But my parents reassured me that I was fine. So, I started going to school. School, prove to be easy for me unless you were a teacher who pissed me off. That ended in me flunking every class because I refused to do work. Yet, I was smarter than all the kids in my class. How? Fuck if I know. Anyways, I faked two acceptance letters and...well...just think about the rest okay?. Now I work as a photographer with Whiskey Tears Freedom

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

oh yeah, i'm avery i'm a admin i play a lot XD

thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you

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