lost count of blogs,
this one's a little more open to everyone else.
my name's Nataliya & I'm a little out of my mind...
In the stardressed night,
We sit and squint for sight
Our hopes are dressed to blind
'Cause to them, we've been unkind
Oh we've been so unkind
If I should ever choose a stage name, I choose Stella. I know what I'm doing with my life. I can't answer a lot of things and I happen to be keeping a lot of secrets at the moment. To the people who stick around long enough, and even to those who don't...It will all make sense soon. I promise. I believe in fate as much as I believe sometimes we must lose sight of it in order to acknowledge its predominance. No, that doesn't translate into "I know where I'm going", because I don't know. I don't know where I'm going at all. I only know what I'm doing. /"I seek a Great Perhaps."/ I'm moody and very difficult to understand, but I would never call myself complicated. Difficult, on the other hand... See, no, there's a difference between the two. I'm Waldo. It may be frustrating to find Waldo, but once you do--and even if you don't--Waldo's just another set of peering eyes in the crowd. He's just another dude-- with a really slick name, that is. There's nothing complicated about finding Waldo, or Waldo himself, for that matter! He just forces your eyes to peer a little bit for themselves. Who's upset. /I'll never bore you (unless you bore me, poop). One thing I recently learned about myself is that my passions can be used interchangeably with my name. I pursue completely. Oh, and I hate celery. This is probably the shittiest bio I've ever written, but what are you going to do about it.
this one's a little more open to everyone else.
my name's Nataliya & I'm a little out of my mind...
In the stardressed night,
We sit and squint for sight
Our hopes are dressed to blind
'Cause to them, we've been unkind
Oh we've been so unkind
If I should ever choose a stage name, I choose Stella. I know what I'm doing with my life. I can't answer a lot of things and I happen to be keeping a lot of secrets at the moment. To the people who stick around long enough, and even to those who don't...It will all make sense soon. I promise. I believe in fate as much as I believe sometimes we must lose sight of it in order to acknowledge its predominance. No, that doesn't translate into "I know where I'm going", because I don't know. I don't know where I'm going at all. I only know what I'm doing. /"I seek a Great Perhaps."/ I'm moody and very difficult to understand, but I would never call myself complicated. Difficult, on the other hand... See, no, there's a difference between the two. I'm Waldo. It may be frustrating to find Waldo, but once you do--and even if you don't--Waldo's just another set of peering eyes in the crowd. He's just another dude-- with a really slick name, that is. There's nothing complicated about finding Waldo, or Waldo himself, for that matter! He just forces your eyes to peer a little bit for themselves. Who's upset. /I'll never bore you (unless you bore me, poop). One thing I recently learned about myself is that my passions can be used interchangeably with my name. I pursue completely. Oh, and I hate celery. This is probably the shittiest bio I've ever written, but what are you going to do about it.
