The kind of girl who falls asleep wearing eyeliner smears and drinks in her hair, clutching old poetry and dreaming of home.
I’ve become pretty lax at this ‘internet’ business in my time traipsing around NorthAm, so if you want to get friendly you can send me an email or track my real-time wittering here. Or, you know, leave a comment somewhere.
Cheerio
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