I'm the type of girl who is strong emotionally yet cries over stupid dramas. The type of girl who gets out of bed in the middle of the night just to eat cookies. I write in my diary about how itchy my armpit is. I make a joke and laugh about it to myself. I dance around crazily, trip on flat surfaces, and fail tests I studied for about 3 hours. I make mistakes that I've regretted, but I forgive myself for it. I try to understand reasons, if I don't.. I jump to the conclusion that you are an idiotic dumbass. I go around liking and reblogging things and I don't have an own sense of originality. I like farts and burps.. unless they are smelly. But hey! That's nature, isn't it? My head is a scary place to be in. It's filled with jumping unicorns, rainbow sprinkles, and sparkly hearts. I'm not girly, most of the time. I take insults lightly, seeing them as blunt statements. Everyone has their own opinions. I can't change that. Yeah. Accept me the way I am, and I'll do the same to you. :) I ALWAYS follow back.
Ask me anything
I need to have a default blog so when my parents are looking I can be like…
“Ah yes…”
“…looking at nature”
