my confessions video. [click]
my tumblr accents challenge. [click]
my attempt at singing. [click]

I don’t want you to know who I am. I don’t want you to know where I live. But I do want you to know everything that goes on inside my head.

There is a certain type of bond that you feel with someone when you get to know them on the inside. So, disregarding petty information that doesn’t matter, just know that I am a human being. Just like you. A teenager. Going through the same shit as you are. Stumbling, running, crawling, meandering my way through life.

I fall for people easily. I have never been in love but, like every other teenage girl, I want it more than anything in the world. Unfortunately, I am easily swept away with pretty words and romantic gestures. But I love someone with a good mind. A pure soul [by “pure” I don’t mean innocent and childish… but real, in the moment, alive]. Anyone that can have fun in any situation… or make me laugh.

I live for spontaneous decisions and memories that will last forever. My life doesn’t lend itself to excitement, but my friends always find a way to make it happen.

I love outside. And earth. And animals. And flowers. And trees. If I could, I would build a cozy fort in the middle of the woods that was open enough to feel like a part of the world, but sheltered enough to not get rained on.

I am a physical person. I touch people a lot. Girls and boys. Whether it be out of affection or lust or care, my love language is physical. Along with eye contact, physical touch is one of the strongest ways to connect to someone. Fingers laced, lips sweeping over bodies, knees bumping, hands brushing, grabbing, scratching, embracing, just being. It’s amazing.

Last but not least, I am not judgmental. At all. My parents are always telling me that I need to learn boundaries, but I have been intrigued by every person I have come in contact with. Everybody has a history… everybody has reasons why they act the way they do… and at the end of the day, it’s their life. Not mine. I love meeting new people and I love getting to know them. I want to hear their story.

And on that note: here’s my story.
This blog is for me to express myself.
So read it, and enjoy.

Let the games begin…