sydney. eighteen. just a silly little fox hiding out in the chicken coop. aspiring screen writer, hopeless romantic, unconditional dreamer, stoner film geek, emotional train wreck of a girl. my whole life is an attempt to not look desperate. my mood ring color is permanently vodka cran. enjoy.
do you ever have those moments where even if you’re not romantically involved with someone, you see someone else start talking to them and you just kinda wanna hiss and throws things at them because fuck you that’s my person get your own