she is an accumulation of song lyrics, dusty books, and love sonnets.
she is melancholy; the most optimistic pessimist you’ll ever meet.
she enjoys cappuccinos, and shots of espresso. she loves the smell after it rains, and pine tree needles. she likes vintage items: her mother’s sweater, sepia-tone photographs, and typewriters.
brutal honesty is her specialty. she can also write, analyze literature, and make a good cup of coffee/tea. she dabbles in sketching, baking, falling in love, and singing.
she is at the peak of adolescence. you know, seventeen, where everyone wants you to act like you’re an adult until it’s no longer convenient for them.
never mention: summer, the month of december in 2016, breakfast at tiffany’s, love, scars, or the city paris. if you do, proceed with caution and bring tissues.
for a basic synopsis: she is a mess.
but, a truly artistic, chaotic masterpiece.