well. first meetings are always awkward.
let me crawl into my shy thirteen year old shell and say this one socially awkward word: hi.
oops. i just revealed my age on the internet. now everyone thinks im a pedophile with a handlebar mustache.
my only comment is: handlebar mustaches are cool.
now that you've found out my mustache love, here are random facts about me.
im a writer. a musician. a singer. a fashionista. a makeup lover. a reader. a sleeper (not with you, pervert). a dreamer. a freshman. a smiler. an innovater. a madman (without a box). a whovian. a punk. a rocker. a clarinetist. a saxophonist. an apple fangirl. a scholar. a hopeful harvard student. somebody a little different than the rest.
if you actually like this random stuff, im an instagrammer too. same username and everything.
yeah, yeah, i know. i'm consistent. *thats what she said*
i haven't decided what im going to do on here...fashion blogs, musician-ie stuff, doctor who fanfictions!!!! The options are endless!
but in the meantime...here's the lowdown on how this situation's going to go:
you've somehow made it onto my tumblr page. and if you dont follow and tell your friends, your teddy bear will be taken as a hostage.
yeah. you know im serious now don't you?
no, in all seriousness, this tumblr is going to be fun for me to post.
hopefully, i dont scare you too much.
and maybe, just maybe, i'll make you laugh.