madeleine peyroux.

im half threaded. eighteen years, seven months, eight days. a fleeting waif amidst seemingly monochromatic skies. intoxicated at best. take this as my notion to describe a partly-sane image. perpetuate friendship will embed you facts such as these. but, since we ain't got time.. i'll stroll along with self-proclaimed adjectives, and concoct statements with each step.
i live by God and Godsent things-- wholly enclosed with gratitude. and my allegedly-wasteful love for gurlfriends serves as one of those non-seasonal passion. it's not pretend nor smug. it's about the awe-inspiring people, what they make me of and how they make of it-- the paint-splatter renaissance by Yves Saint Laurent. (scrolled through it somewhere in ebay). Nicolas Ghesquiere conflating florals with masculinity. (this one too) and comes Godsent family love (mother, i love you), and the friends that came (and went) who gets me. and my extra-jovial state pre and post sports, namely athletics and netball. the ultimate twosome aside! i am religiously a beat enthusiast. jazz, blues, hippies rnbs,-- but oldies reign next to indie/folk (the UK's, i love!). because i secretly am smug (but don't tell anyone, i am-- nice) and dreads something upon reflex when is overrated. it's this little world you refuse invitation to strangers. and i'm a semi-child still. hear me! one of the heartfelt things i love about myself (there's some) is my refusal to be an idiot (but at times, i am. couldnt help it i guess?). and to decline my siblings' epiphanies. i'm running out of time. there it is-- a partial insight. im not a bore. i swear.