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Honewisacat


Honewisacat
Clarence, New York
Member for 10 years

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ABOUT ME
My name is Elizabeth, but I prefer to be called Liz. I want to become an author. I hope that by joining this I can submit my work and get feed back. I really enjoy writing.

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Books: Phrophecy of the Sisters, Thirteen Reasons Why, Paper Towns, Looking for Alaska
Music: The Way I Fell In, The World As We Know It, Kings V. Queens, Be Human
Movies: 500 hundred days of summer, Corpse Bride, Nightmare before christmas, Dan in real life
TV Shows: Once upon a time, Grimm, pretty Little Liars, Gossip Girl
Interests: Writing, reading, Tumbling


Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

Poetry
By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

Poetry
By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

Poetry
By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

Poetry
By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

Poetry
By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

Poetry
By Honewisacat SILVER
Clarence, New York
Honewisacat SILVER, Clarence, New York
8 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

Art/Photo
By Ael2595
Freehold, New Jersey
Ael2595, Freehold, New Jersey
0 articles 15 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger

Art/Photo
By Ael2595
Freehold, New Jersey
Ael2595, Freehold, New Jersey
0 articles 15 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger

Nonfiction
By Fuocotanzer PLATINUM
Jacksonville, Florida
Fuocotanzer PLATINUM, Jacksonville, Florida
27 articles 0 photos 35 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested"

-Unknown

Poetry
Memories MAG
By AmbRawr BRONZE
Allentown, Pennsylvania
AmbRawr BRONZE, Allentown, Pennsylvania
3 articles 0 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
We choose the love we think we deserve ~The Perks

Poetry
By Ryan Moran BRONZE
Mt. Prospect, Illinois
Ryan Moran BRONZE, Mt. Prospect, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
Poetry
By HannahW BRONZE
West Des Moines, Iowa
HannahW BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
1 article 0 photos 2 comments
Poetry
By megandaynexo GOLD
West Valley, New York
megandaynexo GOLD, West Valley, New York
15 articles 3 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

Poetry
By megandaynexo GOLD
West Valley, New York
megandaynexo GOLD, West Valley, New York
15 articles 3 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."