|Age:||30 years and 356 days|
|City:||Union Hill-Novelty Hill, USA|
|Registration:||13 August 2008|
I'm trying to write something that will make you love me and I am at such a loss. I woke up twenty minutes ago and am still wrapped in my blankets like a cocoon. I'm that silly butterfly waiting to break free, watch for me flitting about New York City. Chances are if you ever saw me you would think I'm a mess, I am a mess, but I'm fine with that. I'm not fashionable and I don't know how to style my hair. I'm silly and oblivious and trip while walking and run into things and almost get hit by cars and taxis everyday. My eyes are perpetually raised towards the clouds or sinking into the sidewalk, I rarely can just look straight ahead. I am always around 13th street. I go to school at Parsons and that is where it calls home. I'm always at school and then always working but damn it you will see my art work some day. I have something to tell the world. I just haven't figured out what or how to execute that vision. I'm from a small town and a small world. I like white teeth and pretty eyes. I have a plant and have managed to keep it alive. There is hope for me. I sleep with a stuffed llama tucked under a quilt my great-grandmother made for me when I was little. I drink iced coffee daily and the Shins really have changed my life. I'm looking for a boy to spend the day with, the rest of my life will follow. I want to love someone again.
I am epic.
hit me up at firstname.lastname@example.org :D