i'm multilingual; i speak five languages, two dialects.self-learning two other languages.
perpetually lost in maladaptive daydreams.
unfortunately, i blush easily.
i get startled very easily as well.
i'm single and simping over fictional characters.
self-taught artist; i paint poorly and sketch adequately.
my dreams of being a ballerina was crushed because i've been anemic since young.
i breathe and live dark academia.
my personal instagram is also my bookstagram.
i play the piano anxiously.
my left shoulder hurts when there's a storm because of an old injury.
i write in cursive.
i've only ever had one relationship experience - though i'm not sure if i want to consider it an actual relationship.
i talk to myself often. too often.
instead of finding new movies to watch, i cycle through my comfort movies. i watch the same films every day, even if it's just playing in the background.
i cut my own hair because i don't like having strangers touch it.
in person, i rarely speak unless spoken to.
my favourite features of myself are my lips, collarbones and fingers.
i romanticise the mundane aspects of my life so that it appears less dreadful.
i'm scared of birds, so i sketch them in order to overcome my fear.
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Pomegranates and Flowers [misc.]
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