My name is Rachel.
I'm a bad influence on your children and your wallet.
Whovian through and through.
David Bowie consumes my life.
And Ringo Starr is my favorite Beatle.
Currently a red head. Perpetually sixteen in appearance.
I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, “You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent and I’m not your mommy. I’m a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?” And I really, really don’t.