Frankie Ecstacy™ [KHK]

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AIM it up - Frankie Ecstasy
The name is Frankie; Frankie Ecstasy. There's a story behind the name. It's not just one of those scene kid names. It's not a long story, but, ask and I'll tell. I'm sixteen years young, and still going strong. I'll be seventeen this December. Buy me something? I am a junior at JMHS; I hate it there, but I love the people. I love music, especially seeing it live; Kill Hannah, The Medic Droid, Breathe Carolina, 3OH!3, The Title. If you see me in person, though, I'll most likely be wearing an Evanescence or Avenged Sevenfold shirt; the remains of my wardrobe from last year.
I love Causing trouble, fashion, writing, sex, music, collar bones, hip bones, jaw bones, soft lips, quiet walks, make out sessions, gentle finger tips, goose-bumps provoked by the touch of another, concerts, rock climbing, eyeliner, drugs and the affect they have, cuddling, kayaking, kinky sex, cover-up, poetry, reading, the mall, making fun of people, my crew, soft skin, white t-shirts, tight jeans, over sized hoodies, sexual jokes, bushes shaped like penises, MY HAIR STRAIGHTENER, getting fucked up, laughing, becah camp-outs,smiling, STICKAM, myspace, being the crazy ex, bright colours, clubs, camping, raves, dancing, dance music, hot boys with their boxers on, the morning after, and run on sentences.
I'm not exactly the girl to be in my school. Not many people know who I am, and I'm not a 'scene queen'. I'm just that girl that sits out in gym all the time and hangs out with her close group of friends. I try my best to keep it close knit and small when it comes to my group of friends. I get abandoned and replaced rather easily, most of the time. I guess it's because I really don't care. If you don't want me in your life, I don't want to be there. Easy as that.
I'm single. I'm happy that way, I'm happy in a relationship. I can go either way; I don't really care. I'm not looking to find love, just a hand to hold and arms to hold me.
I believe very heavily in the gift of experience. I believe you can experience so fucking much in life and I want to experience the best. I am an experimenter. I am alive. I believe you should live your life, eat fatty foods, do dangerous things. I don't want to die thinking I avoided something beautiful and blissful because I was too afraid. Everyone will die eventually. I will die knowing I experienced life at its best.
I'm a writer, by nature. I love to write, and I find myself to be exceptionally good at it. I'm kind of...? in the process of writing a book. It's...coming along? I plan to be a published writer before I turn 20, but knowing me I'll get too lazy.
I was born and raised in New Jersey. That means, yeah, I've been to NYC; I go practically every month. That means, yeah, I've been 'down the shore'. I've been to Wildwood and Cape May. This state is nothing amazing, but I wouldn't want to grow up anywhere else. Once I'm done here though, I'm moving to Chicago. I have a Jersey attitude, but I'm a really nice person. I'm always willing to talk, and be kind. Just don't fuck with me, my friends, or my family.
I've got the greatest family a girl could ask for, starting with my supportive parents. They may be strict and protective, but they've always sacrificed so much to let me have everything I could possibly want. My brother is an asshole, but I love him. He may not ever admit it to me, but he watches out for me in more ways than I know. And, of course, Diana. Even though we're not related, we treat each other like sisters. She watches out for me just as much as my own sibling.
I'd Like To Meet:He needs to take a joke, no matter how deep it may strike him. I'm, naturally, quite a bitch so he'll need to be able to handle that. He has to be able to just chill, and watch a movie with me. I don't want your man meat 24/7. Get over it. He can't be too cocky, but he can't be to nice. I can't handle a boy who 'only wants to make me happy'. Please, put a sock in it. He'll need to be able to handle the fact that I'm completely oblivious, so he'll need to be just as blunt as I am about things. He's got to be mature about some things, of course, but other than that I love it when my guy goofs off. He'll need to understand that some days I'll just need him to hug me, and that doesn't mean I'm broken. He will, inevitably, tickle me no matter how much I protest. He'll realize when I'm joking around, and joke with me. He needs to be able to make up his mind, and stick to it. I can't have a guy who's all over the place.
Someone who realizes I feel like I have to do it all, and I try to do it all. He's got to realize I've got my off days; there's just no way I can feel perfect all the time. He needs to take into consideration the fact that I'm not one to give out my trust easily, and he's going to need to work hard to get it. He needs to know I'm not ready to fall in love with just anyone; he's got to be special. He needs to not freak the fuck out when I introduce him to my family, because they're important to me. He needs to meet my friends; no compromising about that. He'll need to let me bake for him. He can't be afraid to communicate, and tell me when something is wrong.
I'd love to have an artist; and not just in the literal sense. A boy who can express himself; a musician, a painter, a writer... He needs to be able to get his feelings out rather than bottling them up. He can't be afraid to sing to me, even if he does suck. I love guitar players, they're great and always have amazing hands. I've got a thing for longer hair, too.Friends
Alyssa Marie, where do I even begin? I can't stress enough how much this friendship has spared me; how much pain and loneliness. You're there for me those times where I just don't want to cry, all I need is a day to sit around and not deal with all of it. You're there to make me laugh, and pull me through by my fucking hair while I'm kicking and screaming. You're one of the best friends I could ever hope for; which is good because you're stuck with me for life.♥
Lizzy! My oldest friend. We date back to those days when we were lame because that's just who we were; not because it was cool. I can't even count the amounts of times we've stayed over each others houses in the past...ten years? (Or how many houses you've had.) It's amazing how much we've grown and changed in these past years, but it's all for the better. We may have grown in different directions, but you know as well as I do that, in another ten years, we'll still be close.♥
Nik. My Gay. My Chococat. I can't even fathom what our lives would be if Geoffrey Paris were never born. You're there for me through thick and thin just like I am for you. We may not get to talk often, and you may be going off to College but that's OK. Because we're still gunna be best friends, because you're my gay. I made this little friend's section JUST for you (so you'd stop complaining... totally kidding.) You're one of the only people I'm actually comfortable enough to cry to on the phone, and you're always there to listen to me and talk me down and out of stupid little depressions.♥
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