chilli. xv. slytherin. purveyor of the fine arse.

i indulge in tea with sugar while perusing classic books online to seem classy, but only to avail as pretentious. i really do enjoy tea, though.

math muddles with my thought process. 'tis the pinnacle of my teenage melancholy. i wish it'd tumble into a pit and for it to never resurface then on. writing is my bane, but oddly addictive in a near poetic sense, and it's scented like lavender.