Kristie. I never said I was brave.

I'm 22 years old. I write too much poetry and smoke too many cigarettes. I am all about "far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, and a prince in disguise!" My favorite things include polar bears, victorian romance, clean laundry, horror and fantasy, rpgs, after hours, mashed potatoes, bacon, medium rare rib eyes, cooking up a storm, harmony (in music and all things really), video games, kush, dnd, singing in the shower and the car, menthols, nectarine white tea, whiskers, squids, peppermint schnapps, moaning guitars, voodoo, jeopardy, ghost stories, opera, disney, russian literature, rumplestiltskin, requiem for a dream, intervention, gnomes, thimbles, umbrellas, thunder storms, the word onomatopoeia, clouds, violins, railroad tracks, abandoned places, persons, and things, being lost, ghosts, chicken queso burritos, horror, bubble baths, bubble tea, anime, a really good book, and flowers. \\\\ \\

My posts here are the intermittent in-betweens of my adventures as well as my general musings ///
There is also some of my poetry. .. \\
I want to see the world.
I want to change it.
I want to be remembered
and remembered fondly.

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