i'm
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop.
i'm left-handed. i've dotted my i's with two dots for the past five years; i'm not sure why i started to, but now it's just habitual. sushi and cuddling are my favorite things right now. people tell me i'm too apathetic but i prefer "easy going" because it sounds better. art history is interesting. i don't like making eye-contact. weird, i know. tennis is fun. it's hard for me to trust people because i've been hurt a lot. photoshop is love. i have bad circulation; when it's cold outside my hands and feet turn an awful shade of grey. i don't like wearing bras. i drink around four coffees and diet cokes a day. i have trouble remembering things and i never answer my phone. i'm spiteful when people boss me around and resentful when told what my priorities should be. i love when my pupils are wider than my smirk. my acid reflux makes me hiccup at least once every twenty minutes. i'm pigeon-toed and i procrastinate. i try to avoid confrontation at all costs. i am shy but i like making new friends. i'm ridiculously indecisive and i never know where i'm going.
shine on me, baby
cos it's raining in my heart
babyyy
