I'm a feminist. I sing really loudly in the car, so people probably think I talk to myself. I have the coolest couch. I'm really, really into going to Renaissance festivals. I'm going to three in Texas this year and I'm saving up to go to one at a castle in England. Some people think it's weird, but I'm just living my bliss and I think it's wonderful.

reading every book I can get my hands on and telling everyone I see all about it
putting pictures of my cat on instagram.

Knitting, doing the charleston, reading tarot cards, speaking in weird accents.

My hair. Strangers touch it without my permission and it drives me nuts.

Wuthering Heights, Tess of the D'Urbervilles, anything by
Tennessee Williams or Vladimir Nabokov, fucked up plays about fucked up children. I have pretty academic taste, which some people may find a little stuffy or boring. Whatever.

Brick. I'll watch any documentary you tell me to. Grizzly Man is the saddest thing I've ever seen.

Right now it's all about Game of Thrones.

Nick Drake, Sun Kil Moon, The Cure (seriously, anything from Disintegration makes me cry), Bauhaus, Elliott Smith, Pavement, Bjork, Local Natives, Grizzly Bear, Television, My Bloody Valentine, blah blah blah. Seriously, everyone has the same taste in music.

Ice cream.

Books.
Cats.
Perfume.
My little bike.
Shoes.
Tea.

Patriarchy, blah blah blah.

Dancing to moody goth music, singing obscure 80s music in karaoke bars, practicing astral projection (which I'm horrible at, by the way).

I want to die at Stonehenge, like Tess does in Tess of the D'Urbervilles. I know I just ruined the book for you, but lets be real: you're never going to read it.

You write in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
You like going to the Renaissance Festival.
You are Tom Hardy.

Don't message me if you like Ayn Rand.