Celebrabis hereditati tuae. Nolite timere differentiae.
Celebrate your heritage. Fear not your differences.
Skaði A. Gylfaginning
Daughter of the Jötunn I am Born; I am Alive:● Mountains of Sweden. Don't know where.
● March 26th, 1996
● 17
● Tall
A Web of Self:↔ Punk ↔
■ Mischievous ■ ↔ ■ Brutal ■
■ Passionate ■ ↔ ■ Bull-headed ■
■ Poetic ■ ↔ ■ Puzzling ■
The Joyous and Loathsome:○ Thunderstorms ○ ↔ ○ Scrawny Boys ○
○ Bravery ○ ↔ ○ Classical Music ○
Those Who Share My Blood:♠ Mimir Gylfaginning; Little Brother ♠
Those Who Have My Heart:♂♀
♠ The blue one, the fish boy.
♠ The girl who is with the dark ones who dresses instead in pink.
♠ A boy who is angry. The ghost boy.
♠ The boy from the country with hats.
♠ I think, it is a woman who is a cat. With a large cloud of hair.
♠ There is one yes also, who has feathers.
The Murmur of My Past:→ The cold, harsh winter when I was born. The snowflakes tasted good, like candies or ice creams.
→ My brother, Mimir, threw me off of the mountainside once. But I landed with safety. He laughed and I then threw him off too. It was a game to be played with us.
→ In my family, there is a relative, Loki. He is famous now with many people. He taught us magics, but I am frightened of his Fenrir.
Something More: ° One time, I accidentally changed into a boy. Having a pee standing is difficult ordeal.
° It froze midstream.
° I once had a feeling for a blond boy who lived in the small town downward from us. But when he saw me, he let out shrieking like a small girl. It was irritating.
