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Linch
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Linch ?
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About

From the light to the pavement, from the van to the floor, from backstage to the doctor, from the Earth to the morgue.

Hello guys!

Sooo... I haven't used this profile for a long time (I had other one, because this one really wasn't lucky!), so I cleaned up most of the old comments, regarding my stories.

Also cleaned up the stories. So, the only of the stories that I write left is The Psychos Are Coming. The link won't show up as Petra (Extraordinary Girl) is posting it from her profile, so it's counted as one of her stories, even it's by both of us. So go on, read it!

The Psychos Are Coming - Green Day fan fiction collaboration between me and Extraordinary Girl!

I'll try to be as active as possible now.
And I'm sorry that this profile is so... boring and unfinished. I'm not good with creating profiles. Besides, you've came to Mibba to read, not to look at profiles.

xoxo Linch ?

Mibba family <3
Mrs Skellington: my crazy aunt who drinks too much and is twice removed
Wanna be in my Mibba family? Tell me =)


I am the boy who never finished high school, because I
got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in
my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will
hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the
painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before
her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they
would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being
taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving
family I have ever had.
I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school.
It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when
she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should
use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I
bore, nursed, and raised.
The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with
another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system
grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive
partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system
to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew
up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach
gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me
as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a
much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I
don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian,
because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and
left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"

---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS!---


My Brutal Romance. My Beautiful Romance. My Innocent Romance. My Childish Romance. My Miserable Romance. My X-Rated Romance. My Harlequin Romance. My Selfish Romance. My Chemical Romance.

THE EMO BIBLE
Everything started with the one God, Gerard.
One day he had a spark of creativity, so he picked this random ball of rock and started to put stuff on it.
The first day he created a really hot emo guy named Mikey.
The second day he created music.
The third day he created drugs, sex, and razors.
The fourth day he created an insecure emo girl, Alicia.
The fifth day he created black clothes, belts, and makeup.
The sixth day he created all of the swear words.
The seventh and final day he created the food of the gods, Skittles.

One day, the first emos (Mikey and Alicia, who were wearing clothes) were greeted by the Skittle faerie. She told them, “Eat these sour Skittles.”
But Gerard said, “No, eat the regular Skittles.”
So they ate the sour Skittles because they tasted better.
But then they felt bad.
And they got stoned a lot.
And they started cutting to make themselves feel better.
But then they had sore arms, so they got drunk to make them feel better. Because of this, Alicia accidentally got pregnant and gave birth to the beautiful Jepha, who lived off of Skittles.
A whole bunch of emos were spawned after that.

1000 years later
A hot 13-year-old boy named Frankie was walking home from the gas station where he had just purchased some Skittles. On the way he encountered an angel with a huge fro named Ray.
Ray said, “Gerard wants you right now.”
Frank: “What?”
Ray: “He wants to rape you.”
Frank: “But I’m 13. That’s illegal.”
Ray: “Whatever.”
Frankie was poofed up to heaven. The clouds were black.
Ray brought Frankie to Gerard.
Gerard said, “Now you will be pregnant with my son!”
Frankie: “No effing way! I’m a guy!”
Gerard raped him anyways.
Frankie was angry because now that he was pregnant, he was all fat. So he went anorexic but his friends forced him to eat because they knew about the baby.

Nine months later
Davey, the son of Gerard, was born!!

16 years later
Davey was the EMO JESUS but everyone hated him because he was gay.
Miracles: He did people’s hair and he turned water into beer.
He had a bunch of followers that loved him because he was hot.
Some angry people (the ancestors of jocks and preps) killed Davey because they were homophobic.
1000 years later someone made a really shitty movie about it called, “The Passion of the Davey”.

2000 years later
Davey Havok is the reincarnation of the EMO JESUS. He becomes the messiah and people worship him and his beautiful voice. He eventually saves the world from the total hellhole it is.


If You Ever Felt Alone
If You Ever Felt Rejected
If You Ever Felt Confused
If You Ever Felt Anxious
If You Ever Felt Wrong
If You Ever Felt Wronged
If You Ever Felt Unclean
If You Ever Felt Angry
If You Ever Felt Ashamed
If You Ever Felt Curious
If You Ever Felt Used

Be Prepared To Feel... Revenge
Feel The Romance

My Brutal Romance
My Beautiful Romance
My Innocent Romance
My Childish Romance
My Miserable Romance
My X-Rated Romance
My Harlequin Romance
My Selfish Romance

My Chemical Romance


All poetry below is by me, don't you dare copy it!

MEMORY
Imagine how it is to feel alone,
And it's all because of what I've done.
I wish you'd see me crying here now,
But it's too late, and you won't come.
It's far too late to say 'I'm sorry',
Or to tell you how much you need me.
I can't live without you, and you can't without me,
But we've realised that just too late,
And all that's left is a memory you made.

LOVE
Tell me I'm your wings,
So you can fly away with me.
Tell me I'm your boat,
So I can save you in the sea.
Tell me I'm your river,
So you'll go to the end of the world with me.
Or just tell me that you love me,
And when I'm with you, I'll be happy to be.

THE END OF EVERYTHING
The tears are falling down your face,
Falling slowly on your black dress's lace.
You just can't help yourself in this case,
Whenever you think of your life, you start counting down the days.
Until the end of everything, until the end of crying.

PAIN
Pain-killers won't help this time to kill the pain,
'Cause it's just something imaginary in my brain.
I hope it'll disappear like dreams fade in the rain,
Because this pain is slowly driving me insane.
I slowly reach for the bottle of pills,
I wonder, is this pain so hard it kills?