Nina, 16. Pensive, curious, idealistic. Absolutely full of wanderlust. I think people are delightful and strange and terrible all at once. Sometimes I don’t understand my own thoughts. I like reading and writing and talking.
Languages. Driving at night.. Eyelashes. Pablo Neruda. Winter. Frosted glass. Swimming. Stars. Poetry. Fences. Tall grass. Snow. Nutella. Windows. Fingers. Belle&Sebastian. Laughter. Glass. Butterflies. Rooftops. Endless rain. Dreams. Summertime. Seasons. Travel. Green eyes. California. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Wind. Roses. Trains. Teeth. The ocean. Spanish. Letters. The xx. Lavender. Crows. Autumn and Winter and Spring. Cities. Doodling. Octopi. Looking for Alaska. Pumpkins. September October November December. Notes. Smiling. Sunlight. Jurassic Park. Loneliness. Lemonade. Vlogbrothers. Chocolate. Desire. Sweetness. Fire. Fog. Nostalgia. Whispering. The moon. Sleep. Mumford&Sons. Soft lips. Geometric patterns. Iron&Wine. Peoplewatching. And a thousand things I haven’t discovered yet.
Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.