Endlessly in love with music and old friends and new friends and laughter. Memories that only you and that one other particular person in the world that can relate to. Like inside jokes between old friends and new friends and friends in between who you don’t see that often but you click like you’ve known each other for years and years even though its only been a few days. Or maybe its been a long time you’ve known one another but the gaps in between have been longer. In love with boys and longboards and cars and kitties and material objects that are pointless but make me so super excited, for example my moon clock that doesn’t even work or serve its purpose anymore. I love to smoke pot and drink in my room alone so that my brain whirls into dimensions it doesnt allow is self to travel to around others. A quiet place but a place so precious because of the thoughts that arise. I love tall socks. tights and dresses and scarves. And going outside in the fall with all of that on and being a little too warm so you have to undo your scarf a bit to feel the cold breeze. I live driving in the miata and being a little bit scared that when i stick my arm out the side of the car there is a slight chance it may get chopped off.