i'm kylie, i'm 21 years old and live for summertime, sand in my toes, sun on my face, loud, loud, loud music - the more bass the better, dancing like you rule the universe, slow wakeups, fruit, chocolate, massages, chill time, new kicks, posse action, the perfect amount of recline in a couch, sunrises, sunsets, cold beer after a long day, skin that smells nice, cuddles, random adventures, etc, etc.
life is pretty good right now, it's all a matter of how you see it.
oh, i'm also a space traveller
but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love; but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
name control more incredible splendor than
our mere universe, love's also there:
and being here imprisoned, tortured here
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds
(but surely does not forget, perish, sleep,
cannot be photographed, measured; disdains
the trivial labelling of punctual brains...
-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?
from only Whom shall time no refuge keep
though all the weird worlds must be opened?)
Love
e.e cummings