About me

I am her, an exercise in ironies. I am enamored by music and words. She does not believe in words anymore. He tells me of my infectious smile. She tells me of my iciness. They tell me of my unpredictability. I feel, even more than I want to. I am missed, I am not missed. I am resilient, I am fragile. If there were no tears she will still cry, if there were no light she will still hope. I am a romantic, she's a pisces. Self conscious, very so.

'Tell me what do I need, when words lose their meaning'

Random picture I picked out. I like how content I looked (: I think you can only look truly happy when you are happy on the inside as well.