Boots, cigarettes and coffee; here for the good music, a good man that wants me and a good single malt .
Not in that order.
I'm young but old enough to know better; I'm artistic and romantic, struggling and staggering to keep up with the speed of my own dreams. Sometimes I'm impatient and crass, sometimes I'm the girl in boots and blue-jeans and rose-tinted glasses.
Mostly, I'm just trying to get shit done.
Struggletown; def: A place for a hardened tender-heart.
My life is changing.
I am only 21, and this is not new information; the human state is not a solid one, and always open for new shifts, lessons, furthering or shortening.
I had been in a relationship for just on 12 months; it was full on, all of the time. It was never abusive, but often we…
“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”"