I love one, and only one. Darkness is my light and the light is my death.
My name is Angel, and yes, that’s my given name, it’s the name my mother gave me that day I was born. I am 28 years old and I'm happily married to the most wonderful man.
I'm originally from North Carolina, but moved to VA to be with my husband. I currently live in Virginia, been here since 2004, I live in a small town just outside of Winchester. My husband and I own 11 acres of land on a mountain. So solitude is all we have.
I'm bisexual and recently looking for friendship from the female persuaion.
I love tattoos; I have 5 of my own and plan to get more. I have my lip pierced.
I do enjoy blood, though I dont get to enjoy it's warmth on my lips as often as I would like.
I like vampyres (I know, I didnt spell it vampires, so what? Either way is correct). I like reading, watching and learning about vampyres. They fascinate me. To me they are absolutely beautiful. I also have a thing for dragons (hints my tattoos). They too are beautiful, but for different reasons obviously.
I prefer the night to day. Sunlight is over rated. The moon has many more faces; all you need to do is look. I get excited when the sun sets, hints my name :) Nighttime is more peaceful. No more hustle of the day, its just quiet. And the sounds of the night are so tranquil. Its the best time to be awake, Why sleep and waste the night?
Hmm ... I'm a housewifestay at home mom of a two year old, so I dont really get out much. Sad and lame, I know.
I have 4 dogs, 3 cats and 4 kittens. As you can tell, I'm an animal lover. I do tend to treat animals with more respect then I do other people. Honestly, I'd rather be around animals then other people most of the time. I care for animals more, people suck
I'm an insomniac so I dont sleep much and when I do, its with the help of a sleep aid. I stay up all wee hours of the night doing whatever I can to pass the time. Though since my son was born, Ive had to rewire my brain, it hasnt been easy lol
I enjoy all types of music except rap, and what some people call music that involve the singer to do nothing but scream, sorry, but I like to actually understand the lyrics. I enjoy such bands as: Ah-ha, Disturbed, Duran Duran, Manson, Ra, 3 doors down, East Village Opera Company, Type O Negative, HIM, KoRn, Ozzy (going to Ozzfest this year), Apocrypha, Dream Theater, Chicago, Crazy Town, Evanescence, Lacuna Coil, Genesis, Godsmack and many many more.
**~~ 我只是愛一個，和一個。黑暗是我的光和光是我的死亡。 ~~**
My brain works differently then most my age. I'm not running around partying all the time, I'd like to, but eh ... why waste the money? I dont spend hours on my hair or makeup, I hardly wear makeup anyway. I like working on my POS truck and I especially like working on my car ... a 1965 mustang coupe (fastbacks are ugly). I love that car; it even has the original ford AC ... how awesome. I like having dirt under my nails, it lets me know whatever I'm doin, I'm doin it right.
I've got a little kink in me. :) I've dipped my toe into BDSM and absolutely loved it. I'm a highly submissive person (naturally) turns out :). Just in one 'play session' I learned so much about me and I cant wait to learn more. I'd make a great *pet* for just about anyone interested :)
There are a few things in life I want to try before I'm dead. Like; sky diving, bungee jumping (by the ankles, did it once, but it was with a waist harness), paragliding. I hope to one day be a certified scuba diver, cuz one of the things I want to do is deep sea dive and I even want to dive with sharks. I want to be the first woman to try tonic immobility on a shark, preferably a tiger. Does that make me crazy? Lol
I'll admit I'm not very book smart, for instance, I cant tell you when the Korean War took place, because I have no idea. But I am chalk full of common sense, which alot of people lack now a days. I'm anal retentive when it comes to spelling and grammar, I cant help it, its like an OCD to me. Though I dont count the small mistakes, those can be overlooked. I will not down rate someone just because everything isn't perfect to my standards.
**~~ Je l'un aime, et un seulement. L'obscurité est ma lumière et la lumière est ma mort. ~~**
~Some Movies I Enjoy~
^I think Freddy is so damn sexy!!^
**~~ I dragoste unul , şi unul unic. Darkness is meu lumină şi art.hot. lumină is meu death. ~~**
**~~ Mé grá aon, agus aon amháin. Dorcha mo solas agus an solas mo báis. ~~**
Hmm ... if theres anything else that I manage to think of, I'll add it, or you can ask.
By the way, if you're going to add me to your friends, I would like to know, at least so I can do the same for you. Thanks.
I would like to go ahead and thank those that stop by to rate me and add a comment. I may not be able to repay the visit to each and everyone, so I thank you now. :)
~~**Lyrics to O Mio Babbino Caro
1918 – Giacomo Puccini Libretto By Giovacchino Forzano**~~
~O mio babbino caro, mi piace e bella bella;
Vo’ andare in Porta Rossa a comperar l’anello!
Si, si ci voglio andare! E se l’amassi indarno.
Andrei sul Ponte Vecchio, ma per buttarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento! O Dio, vorrei morir! Babbo, pieta!
(Below is not the translation, just something extra)
Come to me, break the curse you’ve invented, I can see with a kiss you’re tormented.
Naked me, waiting here uncontented, Got to have your love.
Outside it starts to rain, Inside I go insane, To lie in your arms again, again... Mercy, mercy, mercy.
^Sung by East Village Opera Company and the song below^
~~Lyrics to La Donna E Mobile - Rigoletto 1851~~
*La donna e mobile qual piuma al vento,
Muta d’accentio e di pensiero.
Sempre un amabile leggiadro viso,
In pianto o in riso e menzognero.
La donna e mobil qual piuma al vento,
Muta d’accentio e di pensiero.
E sempre misero chi a lei s’affida,
Chi le confida mal cauto il core !
Pur mai mom sentesi felica appieno
Chi su quel seno non liba amore !
La donna e mobile qual piuma al vento,
Muta d’accentio e di pensiero.*
^My lovely 'love bites' from my cat, Jasper.^
~Likes~
Thunder storms with lightning
Blood
Biting
Bondage (thanks to my ex girlfriend:)
Music
Honest people
All animals
Drawing
Writing
Poetry
Brusies (the deep purple ones)
Being bite *quivers*
Laughing
Making others laugh
~Dislikes~
Crude and rude people
Posers of any kind
Abusers, of any kind (ie people, animals)
Rap music
Music you cant understand the lyrics to
Conceited People
People who feel the need to embellish
People that are too pushy.
(below is a song I wrote, but be gentle, it was my first try)
Of Two Minds
You're not the one I'm meant to be with. Yet you're the one always on my mind, cover me with filth. I feel disgusted, diffused and disturbed.
I know not what I say. I know not what I feel. I know that you heal, but I feel broken and unspoken.
Hiding behind soft innocent blue eyes, parts of me die. Unsure of where this may lead, I feel that I need to bleed to awaken what's inside of me. Knowing the consequences of what actions I may take, I step back for what I don't want to put at stake.
I know not what I say. I know not what I feel. I know that you heal, but I feel broken and unspoken.
I feel lost inside my own mind. Wondering if I would be safe with my own kind, cheaters, liars and thieves. To save my own heart, I must destroy another but it all depends on what you perceive.
I know not what I say. I know not what I feel. I know that you heal, but I feel broken and unspoken. I now know what road needs to be taken.
Though we may meet again one day, nothing can be gained. I must steal away my mind, to be safe and we'll never put hurt in our furture fate. Nothing feels like it should, but the price is too high. Hiding wont cure the itch, but only fuels the lure. To you I bid goodbye before I allow the guilt to swallow me as I lay here to die.
~Some poems of mine (and no, they dont rhyme)~
Truely From within
The touch of a butterfly, soft, sweet and sensual. Tender, loving kisses, that leaves a lasting essence. Enduring memories that relive the escapades with each revisit, which replenishes a smile.
Aching with a burning desire within. Longing for the time the craving is alleviated. Yearning for the touch, only to be allowed to dream.
Tortured soul, torn between the here and now. Did wrong, but feels no regrets. Longs to be erroneous once more. To feel alive and truly wanted. As time slowly creeps, hunger becomes deeper.
Submission
With her cigarette in hand, my Mistress stares at me, wondering what punishment needs to be done for me disobeying. I sit on my knees, head down but eyes up, upon her. She paces back and forth, using me as her ashtray. The look in her eyes, her deep hazel eyes burn holes into my soul, she lures me deeper into her passion. I require her punishment. I crave her punishment. More ashes are flicked upon my head. She calls me to her as she sits. I obey and crawl to her. She looks me in the eyes, once again burning my soul. She tells me to lick her boots, I do as told. She tells me to stand on all fours, again, I do as told. She then uses me as her foot stool. This is not my punishment, but I am delighted she uses me. It could be hours before she thinks of the perfect punishment. Disobeying my Mistress is wrong, and I should do as told when told to do so. I know, but I love the way she takes her time to think of the perfect punishment for my contravene. I need her punishment, even if it is just for not wearing what she wanted me to. I can feel her leaning down close to me, suddenly I feel a sharp pain and a burning sensation. She put her cigarette out on my back, that is my punishment. That was the reprimand I longed for, I needed, I enjoyed. My Mistress, it is her attention I need and crave.
Biased
Feeling subtle breast beneath my soft hands.
Tender skin upon tender skin, soft and silky.
Long soft hair intertwined in my fingers,
Our lips meet, both pink and soft.
Caressing one another, rubbing our love cherries on one another.
Soft sweet moans escape our lips as our breast rubs together.
Nothing in the world could compare to the touch of another woman.
Soft and gentle, sweet yet sour.
Ecstasy comes fast.
Giving in to one another,
Cant resist, must touch, soft white skin beckoning.
Kissing, caressing, rubbing.
Juices flowing, we moan.
Liquid ecstasy escaping,
Dripping to the sheets.
We cuddle, still teasing each others breast, giggling,
Smiling.
One last kiss before we slip off into dreamland and revisit our last escapade.
^My beautiful bruise. Isnt it pretty?^
^My cock. I call him Crispy. :)^
All photos of me are me and taken by me. Please do not use or "steal" without my premission.
