Emily. 20. Wisconsinite. Beatle freak. Wes Anderson fan. Ukulele player. Passionate about things most peculiar. If I had a pocket full of fucks, I still wouldn't give one. Ask me things about anythings. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde moons rising
things i love.
sunny days, rainy nights, hot sand, brown crinkled paper, foreign stamps, lemonade, smelly books, Crayola crayons, pigs, kiwibirds, stargazing, Spanish moss, sidewalk chalk, drawing dinosaurs, attics, worn out shoes, Ray Bradbury, small concerts, local music, smooth-writing pens, clacky typewriters, experimental writing, packing up boxes, the little red flag on the mailbox, Lake Michigan, downtown Milwaukee, purple, tiramisu<3, handmade bracelets, postcards, big brown eyes, grey sweatshirts, experiences that i am certain no one else has had, climbing on the big rocks by Bradford Beach, freshly cut grass, trees with low branches, lilacs, the fact that I don’t have braces anymore, A Corner of the Universe, Sal’s spinach feta pizza, snow angels, tofu vegetable soup, pretzels and nutella, playing the beatles on sunday mornings, making forts of sheets and pillows, handmade bracelets, postcrossing, chai, yoga, surprise letters, stumbleupon, creative writing, making playlists, brushing my teeth in the shower, tumblr, foxtrot tea, nag champa incense, morning dew, leaving balloons on people’s cars, dressing up for no reason, nutella, catching fireflies, vinyl albums, finding shapes in the clouds, falling asleep on the trampoline, making hop scotch games a hundred squares long, apples to apples, paper lanterns, paperclips, melatonin, passionflower, whales, piercings, scars, heartbeats, ice cubes, cracking my back.
