❝ 𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢; 
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜,
𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚢,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜;
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜,
𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠,
𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎.
𝚄𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. ❞
 
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                                             -  INTERESTS  -

✧ the breakfast club

✧ staying up late

✧ painting

✧ making fanfics on wattpad


                                       - FACTS ABOUT ME -

✧ i'm 5'10 

✧ i have twenty-five letters in my full name .

✧ i have two best friends.

✧ my favorite colours are white and black

✧ i play soccer and volleyball

 ✧ i have depression and paranoia. i used to, sometimes i still do, self-harm and have tiny breakdowns. it really sucks. 

✧ my favorite movies are pulp fiction, the breakfast club, carrie, my girl, and scream 1996.