Call me Dreamer, Kai or even Lucy. I'm a college student hoping to take Criminology at Uni. I love organized crime in particular and am fascinated by the mobs. I'm not as awesome as I'm made out to be.

Basically, there will be a lot of reblogs. And I mean, a LOT of reblogs. But from time to time I'll post my art or make a personal post. I also cosplay Bro from Homestuck from time to time, sometimes shirtless.

I''m generally an easygoing person, so if you want to talk or make friends with me, I doubt I'll say no. c:

And I think that's about it. Links to my Facebook, Twitter and Skype are below.

One last thing: I fucking love hats. Fancy hats especially. Can't get enough of them. Beautiful things they are. If you want to win my heart, get me a fancy hat. Or get yourself one and post pictures of yourself in it.

It’s the day after my uncle died, seven years ago, of cancer of the soft tissue. We (My immediate family, uncles, aunts and cousins) were at a barbeque to celebrate my Nan’s birthday, whch was on Tuesday. My cousin, who I’m informed doesn’t go out drinking often (to my surprise, she seems to me the sort of person who would) and she had as much drink as me (Note; I almost never drink, hate alcohol. It was Pimm’s, which I can stomach since it’s masked with fruit and lemonade) From what I hear, her mother, my aunt, turned to her and said “Your father (my uncle) would be disgusted.”

My god. Just … wow.

The day after he’d died, seven years ago, and this comment. I’m shocked and appalled at my aunt’s acts. I never would have thought that she’d have been so disgraceful.