About Arwen

Arwen is my given name, but I’ve been known to answer to a plethora of nicknames, including (but not limited to): Elf, Orihime, Sushi-chan, Mew, Q, and Sparkly Sparkly Arwen-chan. I’m a 25-year-old native New Yorker, currently living on Long Island, but always longing for the city. Aquarius is my zodiac sign, and it fits me to a T. I am a daughter, a sister, a best friend, a blogger, a geek, a hopeless romantic ♥, a procrastinator, a singer, a pianist, a cosplayer, a writer, an artist, a thinker, a dreamer, a lover, an optimist, and a pessimist, all rolled into one.

Even though I’m a mature and responsible adult (yeah, right), I’m really a child at heart. I enjoy video games, dressing up (and not in the “I’m going to a formal event” sort of way), writing letters, eating sweets, watching anime, and enjoying the company of cute, fuzzy animals.

Art and music are probably my biggest passions, seeing as they’ve always played a prominent part in my life. I grew up in a very artistically and musically inclined family, and was urged from a young age to pursue drawing and playing instruments. I’ve played the piano, cello, flute, and bass guitar, with the piano being the only instrument I still dabble in.

I’m obsessed with makeup. So much so, that a friend once speculated that if I were a guy, I’d be a drag queen. That’s probably true. In January of 2010, I started in a local cosmetology program, and found out that I love aspects of hair design as well, namely cutting and coloring. I’ve since made something of a name for myself amongst my friends as their go-to girl for hair and makeup.

At 25 years old, I feel like I’ve been through quite a bit. When I was ten years old, I developed trichotillomania, which caused me to subconsciously pull the hair from my eyebrows and eyelashes. I’ve been doing it ever since. My father committed suicide when I was fifteen years old. At twenty, I found myself in an abusive relationship (physically, emotionally, and mentally) that lasted for three and a half years. I’ve dealt with a plethora of disorders including bipolar depression, anxiety, and obsessive-compulsive tendencies. Regardless of – and partially due to – it all, I’ve learned to love and accept myself, a little bit at a time.

In July of 2009, I met the love of my life… on MySpace. What started as a chance encounter and a casual online friendship eventually blossomed into a fondness and adoration for one another. Eight months after we started talking, I planned a visit to meet him, and the rest is history.