25. NYC. In this box I am anonymous, but ask me anything and I will answer it. I don't post or reblog any specific category of things. :]
Dancing in the shower instead of singing.
I love dark things. and light things. and rainbow. and animals. and Disney. and hair dye. and dolls. and tattoos. and dinosaurs. and palm trees. and fantasy.
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.