Gemini & INFJ. Bisexual as fuck. (Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore.) A disembodied concept. Currently obsessed with Shadowhunters and #malec. In love with Elizabeth Olsen and Matthew Daddario. Erin Lindsay is more badass than you. Biracial (½ Puerto Rican & ½ Filipina) and multilingual. Addicted to tattoos and piercings, top shelf tequila, music with heavy drum beats, and well-written representation of minorities in the media. Musician. Artist. Designer. Writer. Jack of all trades, expert of none. And, as Kayla so eloquently put it: "only slightly passionate sometimes."
Watching: The Handmaids Tale
Up Next: Dear White People
Reading: The Girl on the Train
Listening To: Playlist to come
Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?
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#only all the time #whispers~
