"At my sexiest I look like an androgynous muppet.".
Half the time my behavior is as inconsistant as Scottish weather.
The majority of things that come out of my mouth are complete nonsense, profane, sarcastic, or words longer than I can spell out loud.
I'm ridiculously indecisive, argumentative, stubborn and blunt.
I spend my time drinking, making stupid decisions, riding horses, smoking more than I should, overthinking, writing, reading, climbing trees and forgetting meals.
And my mother tells me I swear like a sailor.
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I love the smell of cigarettes, and jumper-dresses. The sound of rain against my window when I wake up, and cuddling. I love ewoks and watching the sea on cold mornings. I love coloured hair and tattoos, and the atmosphere in winter. I love language, and tequila. I love the feeling of turning pages of books, and the taste of coffee late at night. The handwritten word, and Shakespeare. Ben Howard's music on rainy days, and picking strawberries on warm ones. I love the sea, and the way clouds look painted above it. Feeling small, and contemplating the world, and all the things I need to see before I die. I love kisses, and chance meetings. I love the fact that under the surface of complication, everything is painfully simple. I love happy accidents, pianos and when Ryan Adams is playing as I walk into a coffee shop.
"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
Gonna do this all at once because I’m bored. Bored. As. Fuck.