Hi! My name is Sara and I’m Polish. I’m currently in upper-secondary school, studying advanced biology and chemistry. I’m fluent in English and Polish (duh!) and I’d like to learn how to speak German in the future. :D
My hobbies include drawing and watching let’s plays (if you can call that a hobby) of not that well known indie games. My favourites are Hyper Light Drifter and The Journey! I’m also really interested in astronomy (i own two telescopes!) and birds, but don’t really have the time to broaden my knowledge in those fields.
I listen to all kinds of music! My favourite band is Ninja Sex Party - yes, that’s a real band, I didn’t make this up! Other bands that I like are Lady Pank, Sleeping At Last and Mountains of the Moon.
I really want to find someone that I can just casually talk to. Talking to me includes being sent memes and music videos that I find cool. I don’t mind you doing the same thing! I think that sharing things that you truly enjoy is really important if it comes to getting to know other people. :“)
Preferences: 15 - 22 years old. Fluent in English. No people that are anti-LGBTQIA+ or racist or sexist. I prefer talking to people that are open-minded and not rude. I’m down for e-mail but Twitter and Tumblr are also fine!
You’ve read the story of Jesse James of how he lived and died. If you’re still in need; of something to read, here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde. Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang I’m sure you all have read. how they rob and steal; and those who squeal, are usually found dying or dead. There’s lots of untruths to these write-ups; they’re not as ruthless as that. their nature is raw; they hate all the law, the stool pidgeons, spotters and rats. They call them cold-blooded killers they say they are heartless and mean. But I say this with pride that I once knew Clyde, when he was honest and upright and clean. But the law fooled around; kept taking him down, and locking him up in a cell. Till he said to me; “I’ll never be free, so I’ll meet a few of them in hell” The road was so dimly lighted there were no highway signs to guide. But they made up their minds; if all roads were blind, they wouldn’t give up till they died. The road gets dimmer and dimmer sometimes you can hardly see. But it’s fight man to man and do all you can, for they know they can never be free. From heart-break some people have suffered from weariness some people have died. But take it all in all; our troubles are small, till we get like Bonnie and Clyde. If a policeman is killed in Dallas and they have no clue or guide. If they can’t find a fiend, they just wipe their slate clean and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde. There’s two crimes committed in America not accredited to the Barrow mob. They had no hand; in the kidnap demand, nor the Kansas City Depot job. A newsboy once said to his buddy; “I wish old Clyde would get jumped. In these awfull hard times; we’d make a few dimes, if five or six cops would get bumped” The police haven’t got the report yet but Clyde called me up today. He said,“Don’t start any fights; we aren’t working nights, we’re joining the NRA.” From Irving to West Dallas viaduct is known as the Great Divide. Where the women are kin; and the men are men, and they won’t “stool” on Bonnie and Clyde. If they try to act like citizens and rent them a nice little flat. About the third night; they’re invited to fight, by a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat. They don’t think they’re too smart or desperate they know that the law always wins. They’ve been shot at before; but they do not ignore, that death is the wages of sin. Some day they’ll go down together they’ll bury them side by side. To few it’ll be grief, to the law a relief but it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.