Like most twenty-somethings, I'm just a big baby masquerading as a real, functioning, adult human.
I dig empathy and kindness and unabashed self-expression.
My family rules hard. Music and intersectional social justice are also super important.
I have a penchant (read: compulsion) for spacial orientation.
I'm corny as heck.
Bash the fash.
Along with my spine-contorting backpack, I lug a tote bag invariably filled to capacity with bruised fruit, mason jars, park litter, and business cards of folks I meet on my wanderings.
On the side, I'm typically getting real emotional at a concert and/or scouring the web for socialism memes that resonate with the proletariate.
Or my curly lockz
Here's my outdated last.fm.
Waffles, burritos, some variety of curry, repeat. Also, literally all the produce. And doughnuts.
Shorts (running or otherwise), no longer than mid-thigh length
Readily available source of caffeine
My two [consistently naked] brothers
You're not a "sapiosexual," Jesus Christ
You think "good vibes" are overrated
You view cuddling as a viable productive activity