girl made of dog-eared books, guitar strings, autumn leaves, and songs that sound better after midnight. usually found lying on bedroom floors surrounded by vinyls and half-finished thoughts, romanticizing life a little too much.
i collect bands, films, and fictional worlds the way other people collect memories - harry styles, taylor swift, one direction, fleetwood mac, michael jackson, ABBA, radiohead, pink floyd, the smiths, kate bush, queen, hozier, stranger things, brooklyn nine-nine, dead poets society, kurt cobain and friends playing softly somewhere in the background while the world feels cinematic for no reason at all.
i like old bookstores, dim lighting, messy notes in margins, and rainy afternoons that feel straight out of a coming-of-age film. my room is basically a shrine to music and fictional characters.
harry styles exists somewhere at the center of my personality. i know his tattoos better than i know math formulas and treat blurry concert videos like sacred artifacts. taylor swift feels less like a musician and more like pages torn out of my own diary.
soft heart. gothic soul. always either reading, listening to music, or daydreaming myself into another universe. bisexual. currently in love with a probably straight girl and it hurts more than i'd like to admit.
i watched every single livestream during Love On Tour. harry styles saved me in 2019, and somehow, he saved me again in 2026. i tried so hard to get tickets for Together Together and didn't get them. to some people it was just a concert, but to me it was a chance to thank the person who helped me survive some of the hardest years of my life.
i wanted to give him the letter i'd carried for years. that's why not getting those tickets broke my heart. not because i missed a show, but because i missed what felt like my chance to say thank you, make friends for once in my life, stand in that crowd, and finally see the person who carried me through my darkest days. whore 4 she gtr solo @SIONA73 -old