"I’m bleeding, I’m not just making conversation." - Richard Siken, Wishbone
a very tiny soul living in an awfully vast universe. resides in the middle of everywhere. spends a lot of time staring into the infinity that is the night sky. falls in love with no one in particular. a lot. owner of a nomadic heart. always lost and frankly doesn’t ever want to be found. but drop her in the middle of the ocean and she’ll find herself. a collection of verbs. enjoys talking about space and anything that brings her closer to the unknown. like rooftops and hotel rooms situated on floor twenty and above. full of facts that nobody really wants to hear. believes in people, light, and the stars that guide her home every night. finds comfort in open fields and salt water and skating down a steep hill. always thinking of quitting bad habits but never actually does. writes a lot of letters left unsent. writes a lot of lists. writes until she is nothing but a collection of words. scared of many things none of which is the dark. warning: fragile, handle with care.
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