‘i thought i replied to your message a long time ago but just now found out that i didn’t and am convinced that you hate me and think i’m ignoring you’ a biography

my mom told me ‘sometimes i worry that people won’t understand your style and they’ll just think you dress really tacky and outdated’ when we were talking about my prom dress and ii realized that that sounds like a pretty good way to pick out friends. like who ever gets it gets to hang out with me

some guy at the party saturday told me to cheer up. apparently i really do come off as cynical around people i dont know that well cause lots of people i do know tell me im sweet or so nice and “never stop smiling” so maybe its just cause i’m nervous around new peeps or st

things that I will never ever get tired of

  • harry potter
  • asoue
  • dance duh
  • cute boys
  • grapefruit 
  • mika

tattoos i want to and probably am going to get

  • a cat
  • a mermaid
  • a really nice quote

i don’t know when i’ll get them because i would get one or two of them on my wrist/lower arm area but i also want to work in a disney park at some point so that would be a bad thing to have probably 

it’s so weird because my life has like two sides 

like theres this one side from when i went to school in maryland and everyone was liberal and artsy and like open to any ideas and alternative education and nature and are getting jobs in hipster cafes and getting roles in the local dinner theater and having cute hippie marriages in the woods

but then there’s the side which is my entire family and basically everyone where i live now who are all religious and republican and catholic and stuff and theyre taking care of their future and applying to virginia tech and like having guns n shit

and like

its confusing to go on facebook

fun fact i can’t stand libraries and library books they all feel so stale

i can’t even properly explain why because i love books, but something about reading a book and then putting it right back is so dissatisfying to me. and the hush hush of being in a whole building where people give you funny looks for whispering too loudly or accidentally burping makes me antsy and claustrophobic. and all the books are covered in shitty crinkly plastic with tacky colored stickers covering up the publishers name and there are gross crumbs in the pages and other people’s dna rubbed on the edges and eww

i just much prefer bookstores. 

fun fact: when i was about twelve my family called me the female jim carrey because i did really good impressions of old people and stupid people and was good at making dumb faces

people generally like me because im super nice irl and im quiet when i first meet people so theres not much about me to disagree with, but i dont really make friends that often

its a rare thing if someone’s getting me to talk and we really get on

if i ever get murdered i hope my killer dumps my body in the ocean because that sounds like a much nicer place to be left than in the dry, still, solid earth. also i hope its a rainy day because thats when the ocean is the prettiest.

when i’m angry i get quiet and a bit nasty and very sarcastic

you’ve touched upon a really special level of angry for me when i start shouting at you, which is a rare thing

things you should never do to me unless you want me to fuck your face the fuck up:

  • put words in my mouth
  • laugh at me when i’m upset
  • tell me what emotion you think i’m feeling