Student. Writer. Ravenclaw.
Thigh high black socks, scraped up knees and elbows, pocket knives, pie, warm laptops, freshly died hair, riding a skateboard, band aids on knees and hands, fresh lipstick, warm beanies, old buildings, alertness when hearing a horror story, black ripped jeans, smoke, fairy tales, record players, roses, cardigans, old books, thunderstorms, old films, constellations, forest walks, snow globes, train journeys, sunsets, ink stained fingers, wild flowers, knitted jumpers, lace up boots, borrowed shirts, rooftop gardens, coffee to go, slept-in eyeliner, faded jeans, world maps, bonfires, ravens, tall grass, velvet, blank notebooks, night time car journeys, random adventures, baskets of apples, new sketchbooks, warm sand, iced tea, wooden floors, birdsong, sea air, statement necklaces, slam poetry, doc martens, black dresses, autumn leaves
I am more than a thousand letters.