About Myself
Running bare-foot across burning hot asphalt roads. A caked on stain of ruthlessness. Cats. Jumping ship like an excited electron. Manchester Orchestra. Insanity. Hardwood floors that are more like a safety net to my own bad moods. Chlorinated hair. Sarcastic bitch. Partying hard or hardly partying. SynFm. The feeling of sitting down after standing up for hours. Cats. Poetic bullshit that doesn’t even rhyme. seventeen. Kissing on the rooftop. H2O. Excessivly loud music. Melbourne. Kickin’ it. Food. Prancing around in a piece of stretchy lycra since ‘99. Ribbons. Member of the Elite Four. Coffee overdoses. Every single music genre imaginable. So young and invincible.
