I'm just a girl in a small town dreaming of bigger and grander things.

I'm constantly shredding up my fingers trying to figure out how to play my guitar.

Trying to become queen of the theater geeks- slow progress there.

I'm legitimately tumblr in a nutshell with my geeky glasses and bowties, love for vinyl, multiple houseplants, mounds of books and emo/nerd merchandise/posters everywhere.

I'm in love with people I'll never have and places I'll never go. 

"A free bird leaps 
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends 
and dips his wing 
in the orange sun rays 
and dares to claim the sky. 

But a bird that stalks 
down his narrow cage 
can seldom see through 
his bars of rage 
his wings are clipped and   
his feet are tied 
so he opens his throat to sing. 

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom. 

The free bird thinks of another breeze 
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees 
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn 
and he names the sky his own 

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   
so he opens his throat to sing. 

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom."

-Maya Angelou