I lied, I am obsessive. I'm terrible at speaking to people I know, but delight in speaking to people I don't know. I wish to spend the rest of my life with beautiful things and beautiful people. I am distant and I am loving. I sit by myself talking to the moon, laughing and crying. If I cared more, I would care more. Books are my lovers. My younger self would be proud of me.
Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested.