I am sixteen but I have the imagination of a seven-year-old.
I am seventeen and I’m learning how to be independent! :D But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy watching cartoons and playing with Lego blocks every so often.
I’m eighteen. I’m ancient. But most people say I look, act and dress like I’m… not.
I’m nineteen and I still can’t believe it.
I wish I fell down the rabbit hole like Alice and ended up in Wonderland where I would be happily mad.
I read and read and read and read fantasy slash romance slash adventure slash mystery Young Adult novels. And I like reading when in transit, particularly in trains (except during rush hour) and taking photos of books I’m reading. Books, aside from dust, are the only things I’m collecting as of now.
(I eat) cookies with a glass of milk and cookies without a glass of milk. I EAT.
I’m weird and random and awkward and nice and everything in between.
I like Europe, history, quotable quotes, magic, coincidences, realizations, good company, Mogu-mogu and shakes, food (especially fast food) pretty photos, pandas, old stuff, second-hand items and happy days.
I use the words “I” and “and” a lot.
Adam Young, supposed Antichrist, is my spirit animal.
