I’m made of contradictions and dreams.
I collect stuff for fun or no reason. Teacups, bracelets, earrings, books, nail polish, socks, notebooks, coins, underwear, scarves and friends.
I'll randomly add a band if I think I'm gonna like their sound and then delete them if I don't like it when I actually do listen to their stuff.
I want to go into publishing and become an editor or a literary agent and then write books to keep myself busy when I'm old.