I write like a romantic, but I'm a realist.
I'm a student and I take that seriously.
I need challenge and I crave intensity.
I like heat lightening and how the sky looks when it's cold.
I have routines and need a plan but I don't always follow them.
I rarely text because I'd rather talk.
I cut my hair short and now I miss it.
I swoon at the sound of Chris Cornell's voice.
I take Motrin, not Advil.
I want to go to Paris and then I'll see the world.
I get lost in a book and then angry at interruptions.
I burn the skin of my marshmallows, eat it, and then do it again.
I love food but eat the same things all the time.
I go to seek the Great Perhaps.
I exercise to sweat because that means I’ve worked hard.
I like to learn about what intrigues me.
I release the day's toxins by drawing or painting.
I go to the beach during winter and still order Shirley Temples.
I'm in a sorority but I'm not the stereotype.
I take my coffee with milk and no sugar but I mostly drink tea.
I play music loudly so I can feel the bass in every part of my body.
I drive with the windows open and need the motion.
I eat oranges so my hands can smell like them all day.
I like to watch heat rise off the asphalt and prefer to go barefoot.
I wait for indian summers.