Ask me anything   Nice to meet you. I am: laid back, considerate, nice with an edge, unstable, responsible, confident, a boss. And I: have extremely purple hair, always smell good, like my bass down low, overanalyze situations, hate raggedy bitches, have a purse filled with snacks, dank and alcohol I sneak out from bars, always seek the good in others. Nowadays, I'm: always sufficently stoned off expensive herb, all for a grenade free America, emotionally inconsistent, annoyed continuously, surprised endlessly.

Furthermore; I think in cursive, and speak softly. I'm postmodern, preordained, polychromatic, paranoid, and presumptuous. I'm an anxious nervous wreck, waiting to steal your glances. I'm a fully loaded narcissist, screaming in syntax. I live my life strategically irrational on a double standard. I have a mild case of morbid retrospection as well as ornithophobia. My mind and my appearance don't seem to go together. I love Drake, obsessively. I am always high and always blaring rap music and I pretty much know every word to every song. No I am not wearing a wig, I have purple mermaid hair, Yes I do hair for a living, I am a master with vivid pigments, Yes I can do your hair, and yes you will have to pay me. I'm a workaholic. I'm extremely lucky, and I honestly believe it's because of my lucky cat tattoos. I constantly drag my feet, and I despise it. My day to day consists of enough hair products to single-handedly kill the ozone layer, an inhuman intake of marijuana, and more Adderall and Dr. Pepper then anyone should ever consume in 24 hours. I read too many books at a time. I am absolutely in love with my best friend/soulmate. I'm an agnostic existentialist to the absolute max. I'd like to believe I can fall back on something like a deity. Fortunately, I have more substantial entities. I admit my hair is unceasingly filthy, and I am a hot mess. I carefully make impressions and judgments through observation. I have a tendency to think before I speak, And I don't feel sympathy for others. I enjoy things I don't understand. I am not looking for answers, but I will ask questions. I drive exceedingly fast and am cognizant to the fact that I only reach my destination a few seconds faster. I like out of the ordinary, I like strange, I'm attracted to all things abnormal.

Your opinions are welcomed, but highly irrelevant, because the only standards that will ever matter happen to be my own. I've become something I can't control and you will have your false ideas of who I am regardless.

In case you didn't know i'm Cassie, a one girl brigade spreading cancer plague.