It upsets me that I can't put "love" as my religion.
I consider myself a hyperpolyglot. Ask me about it if you don't know what that means!
I am in a wheelchair. (If you leave my profile now, you are likely contributing to ableism, and I don't actually want to speak to you anyway.) My mind isn't handicapped, nor is my vagina. Just sayin'.
My Myers Briggs personality type is ISFJ.
Lots of tattoos and a few piercings.
I like to own beta fish, and each one that I've had has been named after a Shakespeare character.
It's not likely that you can throw a line from a poem my way that I haven't already heard. Feel free to challenge me.
Sarcasm? That's practically my middle name.
I happen to think that snow is the most beautiful phenomenon.
If I see a person in military uniform, I cannot pass by without thanking them for their service.
I'm captivated by dance, and in another life I would likely have been a dancer.
I'm a lover.
I'm a fighter.
I'm the epitome of resilience.
Some other random things I like: Rumi, gender fluidity, hair dye, fireflies, giraffes, arts and crafts, writing little notes for friends, Derrick Brown, tea sets, laughing until I cry, curiosity, mangoes, Rilke, crime shows, disappearing off the radar, Obama, trains, Anis Mojgani, driving over bridges, colorful frogs, people who aren't afraid to ask questions, battling all the -isms, small coffee shops, Neruda, oreos, Shane Koyszan, bucket lists, identifying what language someone is speaking, white noise, Andrea Gibson, painting, ampersands
Things I don't like: Seafood, spiders, having my blinds closed, nuts (in every sense), -isms, air-filled tires, statistics classes, life-like mannequins, guinea pigs, diet sodas, people who doubt my independence.