i'm a straight up hustler. 
i like reading and writing, which is obviously why i'm here.
actually, no. i'm here for the free food. 
neck-deep in malec feels.
my head is out so i can live to die of more malec feels. (did that make sense?)
this one time i thought i could write romance. i failed. so i'm here to write more terrible stories. 
i don't like capitalization. 
i like bands. way too many bands. so many bands. 
i sleep with my window open so peter pan can come and get me. 
tumblr has done me well.   
i like black nailpolish, coffee, rainy days, road trips, binge-watching shows, laughing and telling lame jokes.
i may be plastic, but at least i'm not a bratz doll.