[Erica |18| New York]
Anthropology Major. Women's Studies Minor. Feminist. 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. 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.
My tattoo is from this poem
by Warsan Shire
1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things
2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
5. You’re a…
It’s nine o’clock and I haven’t gone to bed yet, I must be colleging correctly.