This Is No Great Illusion

She bakes a lot of cupcakes. She searches and argues about the best music. She never orders pancakes for breakfast. She’s really into 1963 mustangs. She owns a lot of pictures given to her by someone special. She cares for all the polar bears, That are losing their way home. She shaves her legs with bic razors. She quotes a lot of Paramore and Motion City Soundtrack. She’s always eating carbs. She sings a lot in the car off-key. She’s scared to death of spiders, just like Ron Weasley. She loves Wes Anderson, Alfred Hitchcock and Woody Allen movies. She drinks a lot of lemonade, especially since she’s quit the habit of soda & smoking. She hates when you put water in the soap pump and start but don’t finish a sentence. She loves the smell of Blackberry Amber and permanent markers.

She refers to herself in the third person when describing herself. She’s slowly opening herself and accepting a change in her love cynicism by only what she thinks can be described as love. She finds beauty in sadness and often creates self fulfilling prophecies to find comfort in it. She relates all Damien Rice lyrics to her life and finds closest companionship with people she is physically the furthest away from. She has an obsession with the words Clairaudients, Adulation and Phantasmagoria. Her favorite book is Wuthering Heights, probably because of the theme of unrequited love. She loves the simple uncomplicated things in life and finds it funny how people complicate the most simple things. She only wears necklaces because she constantly loses rings and can’t wear earrings. She’s slowly changing from being such a people pleaser.

About couturerin

Kiwi nationalist, political science Major, international politics enthusiast, Love cynic, vegan attempter, cupcake lover, music obsessor, MG

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