Look at me… I will never pass for a perfect bride. Or a perfect daughter. Can it be, I’m not meant to play this part? Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart. Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside?
likes: books, tea, rainy days, sweaters, chocolate, cheerleading (ya im serious), outer space, vinyls, origami, white+blue+yellow, but my fave color’s brown, medical dramas, sunflower fields, the spanish language, tattoos, film cameras, mathematics bc im a nerd, honey buns, smalltown bookstores, geology, lavender scent, jeeps but like i dont wanna be one of those jeepers ya know, reddit, gif recipes you see on facebook and pinterest, DC museums specifically the national art gallery and the newseum, hoarding pens and pencils, really all kinds of stationery tbh, the ocean but not sand, rocky coastlines are awesome, Maine in particular, okay i think this is enough
dislikes: peanut butter, doing laundry, socializing, sand (it’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere), when people don’t get my references, writing essays, 8 am classes, casual touching, talking on the phone, twitter, horror movies, my driver’s license photo, people shipping real-life celebrities, gas prices, bugs in my house, people who don’t use their turn signal, asmr videos (gives me the heeby-jeebies!), when people start packing up at the end of class but the professor is still talking like wtf yall wait a second, being asked where i want to go for dinner, group messages with more than four people
