alyssa. 17 going on world-weary. i have weak wrist joints and a fascination with eyes. a little anxious. i am attracted to people. i grew up on summer and daydreams. i thrive on affection. sharp objects and responsibility make me very nervous. psychology and animal physiology intrigue me. i like shiny things. i have a fondness for philosophy and hats. i love deer, arcanine and wolves. bright colours and drawing make me giggly-happy. nostalgia is my kryptonite. i am of the firm belief that you do not owe the world anything.
i deserve to be loved.
(actually im a huge dork dont tell anyone)
So every morning I get off the train and start my 20 minute walk to work, and there’s this guy who’s always like 3 steps ahead of me and always beats me to the street corner bc I get stopped by the light and he passes it. but today I was ahead of him for the first time and he RUNS in front of me, turns around and goes “I’ve been winning for 2 months, can’t stop now, have a good day, see you tomorrow.” tmrw I swear i’m wearing running shoes to work.
one of my favorite things is how people talk to themselves in tumblr tags, taking this space designed for metadata classification and using it as a form of parenthetical speech. those grey little tags feel so cozy, a whispered dimension to the flat communication of the net