In the words of the patron saint of teen angst, French Symbolist poet Arthur Rimbaud, voici le temps des assassins! Rimbaud wrote poetry that turned the world on its head in his youth and then never wrote again. live fast die young, and write smutty angst fics about misfits and nerds and other social outcasts. and i dedicate all my writing to the young irregulars who get it.
wanna be my beta? (as it becomes obvious that i really do need one) impress me with your life story and a writing sample.

ps: Vive la Femmeslash Revolution!