for vagabonds who indulge in behaviors that cut ten years off their lifespans and add ten paragraphs to their life stories.
THE SUN WAS SPILLING KEROSENE...
19 year old UC Berkeley engineering nerd.
I like: western high fashion and Asian street fashion; electronic beats and emo lyrics; bonfires and coffee shops; Mean Girls and Harry Potter references; jutting hipbones and too-bright eyes; boys with acoustic guitars.
I like: things that are beautiful and broken; pretty words that don't make sense; nostalgia for what never existed; things that can't be defined; songs that sound better in the dark; believing too much in the endless possibilities.
ask me anything
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.
{Love is the movment.}
