I'm the sunshine kinda girl.
the kind that likes raspberry ice tea.
Big white rimmed sunglasses.
Old Thrift Stores.
Garden State.
Tortured by what I want and what I need.
My broken home will not tear me down.
Lost in a fairytale.
Come play with me.
And be real with me.
Explore how our mind works is tough.
Explore how our bodies works is fun.
I hate logic. Numbers, charts and graphs.
Give me chaos, a beautiful mess. Inspiration from what logic calls useless.
I admit.
I love to shop. After all, a girly girl deep inside.
Who's to judge.
You? Who gives a fuck.
Can't defined anything from within.
Like butterflies, you can't catch the words fluttering around.
Railroads inspire me.And bubbles excites me.
I am that girl who.Has a zillion things racing around in her mind.
And if I can put it all out somehow..Maybe I'll be more in tune.
Deathcab For Cutie and Owl City.
I love balconies of any house.
I love to be loved. Kisses and hugs every touchy day.
Peace. Happiness. Little Miss. Sunshine.
Sometimes Wild.Gotta let loose.
But most times in thought.
Of everything.
and Anything.
Love to bake things.
And I clean when I'm upset.
I like to jump waves in the ocean.
And would travel EVERYWHERE.And soak up EVERYTHING.
Give me a piggy back ride any day.And I'll give you butterfly kisses.
Love. Life.
So you gotta love me.