I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
i'm twenty-three-year-old presumptively perceptive but-poorly-expressive female suffering from minor paranoia and low tolerance for nonsense. small town girl. gives the worst first impression. i may not have a very good heart for my tendency of general dislike of almost everyone. i love music, eccentric brilliance, authentic niceness, appropriate-straightforwardness, wicked sense of humor and pretty things/art. and i friggin LOVE typing in uppercases. deal with it.