Beautiful scenery - The Secret World of Arrietty

“Real revolution begins at learning. If you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention.” --Tim McIlrath

It's funny the things you find in the rain.

Hello everyone, My name is Ashley Leslie, I'm from Canada, I'm 26-years-old.

I'm (a/an) Vegan, Animal lover, Writer, Poet, Photographer, Dreamer, Wanderer, Loner, Pessimist, Misanthropic, Depressive, Neurotic, Empath, Emotional, De facto Atheist, Liberal, Toriphile, Introvert, Socially awkward.

I love art, The Tudors (fictional and historical characters)-- Queen Catherine of Aragon is my favourite queen, Tori Amos, Nine Inch Nails (Trent Reznor), Florence and the Machine, The Birthday Massacre, Rise Against, many other musicians; Wizard of Oz, Beauty and the Beast, Alice in Wonderland and Alice Madness, Bayonetta, Video games in general, Studio Ghibli, Disney/Pixar and the cute characters, veganism, animals, Sylvia Plath, Marie Antoinette, History and classic historical periods, Period Dramas, Faeries, Showtime and HBO television, Psychology, Anime, etc. This blog tends to have a lot these things and more.

I love to share my vegan life and help others along the way. After being vegetarian for 6-years, I finally transitioned to veganism on March 22nd, 2011. It was the best decision I have ever made and I really question why I didn't do it sooner now.

I truly believe that music is one of the only things that understands me.

I enjoy many things but get bored far too easy.
I don't follow everyone back, I don't do promos and I'm not in this for the followers.

Quoth the Raven Creations

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"I watch me be this other thing and never know if I'm marooned or where the purple people go, then lily white matricide from vicious words, it doesn't leave a scratch so therefore no one's hurt." --Tori Amos-- Purple People

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"My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation. I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralysed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought. I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going—and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions. I long for a noble escape from freedom—I am weak, tired, in revolt from the strong constructive humanitarian faith which presupposes a healthy, active intellect and will. There is nowhere to go …" --Sylvia Plath

~ Tuesday, February 21 ~