[Erica |18| New York]
Anthropology Major. Women's Studies Minor. Converse. Indie Rock. Harry Potter. Vintage. Rings. Books. Food. Volleyball. Atheist. Flute. Vegetarian. Commas. Doctor Who. Grilled cheese. Pick up lines. Pizza. Walk the Moon. Sherlock. Sweaters. Collar bones. Pepsi. Kisses. Bralettes. Pressed Flowers. Bgirls. Clothes. Thigh highs. Tights. Eyeliner. Lingerie. Cuddles. Feminism. Supernatural. Merlin. Lipstick. Arctic Monkeys. Slam poetry. The 1975. Combat Boots. Black. Destroying the patriarchy. Firefly. Procrastinating. Star Trek. Baths. Tattoos. Being alone. Cigars. Netflix. Piercings.
what the actual fuck is happening with my life. like. what even. how is this real.
I love hickeys. I don’t know why. There’s just something about them. Only when they’re hidden though; when other people can’t see them. You knowing they’re there under your clothes; under your skin. No one else knows; they’re like little secrets reminding you that someone was there.