If I ever had to begin to even express what love feels like, REAL love, I wouldn’t even know where to begin…but holy shit is it the most comforting feeling anyone could ever have.
I think that’s what’s wrong with the world; no one says what they really feel, they always hold it inside. They’re sad, but they don’t cry. They’re happy, but they don’t dance or sing. They’re angry, but they don’t scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed and that’s the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.
Height: 5 ft.
Shoe Size: 5 1/2
Sexual Orientation: Straight-ish.
Do you Smoke? Sometimes
Do you Drink? Kinda
Do you Take Drugs? Nah.
Age you get mistaken for: Older, sometimes.
Have Tattoos? 3 but 4 soon
Want any tattoos: Well, yeah.
Got any Piercings? 9
Want any piercings? Monroe. A lot more that I love but don’t want the scars.
Best friend? Don’t have one unless boyfriend counts.
Relationship status: Taken
Biggest turn ons: Romancey,shmancy-ness.
Biggest turn offs: Talking about exes or past hookups.
Favorite Movie: Hedwig & the Angry Inch and Sucker Punch
I’ll love you if: you buy me a tattoo.
Someone you miss: a fair few. Does my cat count?