I eat an entirely inordinate amount of berries (especially blue) every day.
My bed is currently (and often) cluttered with twelve books, two notebooks, a kleenex box, a few bags, some sweaters, and about 800 pillows.
I've spent lots of time in the American southwestern desert, where I've held tarantulas, fallen off a mountain bike and into a cactus, witnessed a dog get bitten by a rattlesnake, gotten stuck in a monsoon, gone skydiving, and nearly died from dehydration because I didn't like the taste of the water in my camelback while hiking.
I've traveled around Europe in the most romantic way possible.
When I was younger I had identity issues and I devoted a good portion of my freetime to constructing characters.
My mom has taught me how to get things done.
I do believe there's such a thing as a "bad question," and lots of questions tend to irritate me, unless they're about a subject really fabulous and enthralling...never when they're about anything related to my (lack of) time management hahaha
I haven't turned my T.V. on once in the past week. This is not a freak week.
When I'm done with college I won't by a long stretch be done reading, writing, or learning. Thoughts, philosophies, and psychology all fascinate me.
I am all about the intuitional vibes/atmosphere felt from things/people/places. Although I probably wouldn't say it to anyone's face, I judge everybody, and not for how they look, but for the impressions I read in them. Sometimes I'm wrong...but not very often.
I like being alive. Just doing stuff, doing nothing, whatever. I like being drunk, too. On whatever.
My goals are modest and lack precision, perhaps, but they overwhelm me plenty...I want to live well, and the only way I can see myself doing that is through loving as much as I can, understanding as much as I can, seeing and doing as much as I can; and none of this with desperation.
The sky regularly stops my thoughts and actions. Sometimes beautiful words do the same.
I admit here and now to being too easy on myself. I like to have some fun, though...
While I was in high school, I was afraid of driving, afraid of Detroit, and afraid of alcohol/drugs of any kind. I think parents want their kids to fear these things for a reason (an obvious one). But I kind of love them all now. Okay, not heroin. But Detroit is bomb.
I have my own apartment for the first time ever this year. My mom has been helping me stock up on kitchen things, and I plan to cook every single meal by hand. Not ramen either! (Most the time.)
There are a couple of things on my bucket list that I won't consider my life fully lived without: visiting the rainforest, writing a book, having/raising a kid or two. Some I've already managed to do: get a meaningful tattoo, skydive, fall in love. (I still want to do those again too hehehe I wasn't wrong to desire them!)
My phone is crappy. My computer is crappy. My car is crappy. I am happy =]
I feel like I take a long time to warm to people and vice versa, but I don't know quite why/ I am not shy
Whimsy is nice. Whimsical and bold is a great mix.