carlie rhymes with barley,
barley brews good things.
im a slightly reserved, under-cover romantic with a thick skin, who happens to enjoy the english language almost as much as she enjoys bright nailpolish or a good cup of coffee.
i hear so often of people wishing for bigger and better things— but as a girl with nothing to loose but those who can never be lost, i cant help but wish for things small and similar.
i self-admittedly drink too much and eat too little. the result: a boney back and a beer gut, which, to my suprise, seems to even out curiously well.
now, despite this strange balance occurring in my waistline, ive never truly been a believer that balance is key, for quite frankly, id much rather be stumbling.
please don’t get me wrong— although i may often replace the skip in my step with a stumble or a stagger, i refuse to be that girl, alone in her corner, sipping her blood as thin as her skin.
i do a lot of self-destructive things, have grown accustomed to humiliating myself and, like many, dont really know exactly want i want, but to be honest, i prefer it that way, for ive come to find that striving for specifics can be extremely limiting.
i really appreciate kindness, in any form, and will be sure to treat you with it, even if i dont receive it in return.
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