I'm fine with my spite, and my tears and my beers and my candles
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Hello! My name's Aaliyah. I'm sixteen and an evermore alcoholic (and a massive Swiftie, ofc). She/Her. Teenage girl. 2009. Oldest daughter. Introvert!! Super tired. Very awkward, basically no social skills, so there's that. Strong believer in tea supremacy. Vanilla, cinnamon, and cherry scents. Wired headphones and sad music blaring. Cozy nights and candles. Fall and winter. Snowflakes and rainy days and candlelight. Warm gooey chocolate cookies. Marshmallows and hot cacao. Long walks. Cats. Navy blue. Crimson red. Brunette. Hopeless romantic, begrudgingly so. Tortured poet. Ravenclaw. Feminist. Trump hater. Man loather. Opinionated. Bookworm. Kindle lover. Fanfic enthusiast. Pinterest, Spotify, and reading. Harry Potter, Hunger Games, and science nerd. Spider-Man. Grey’s Anatomy. Gilmore Girls. Boys of Tommen. Hughie Biggs and Johnny Kavanaugh’s girl. Gracie Abrams, Phoebe Bridgers, Taylor Swift are my lifelines. Plus Noah Kahan, Audrey Hobert, Olivia Rodrigo. Literally every evermore, folklore, TTPD, TIWIFL, Good Riddance, Rockland song embodied. Obsessed with the moon, stars, and astronomy. Huge fangirl. Lizzie Young, Katie Wilmot in real life, I relate to them more than I can imagine. using this as diary, brain dump, obsession rants page.
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Small talk and you tell me that you're on fire Spotify - pintrest What should be over now, burrowed under my skin in heart-stopping waves of hurt
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