I'd say I'm a free bitch, baby. Too complex to be described in words, too normal to feel like it would be worth it. Most of me is here, if you look properly. Fashion, old books, glamour, studying and dressing up, an insane love for beautiful bitches like Snejana, Lily D, Vlada and more, and for smart, fascinating people. And then Leighton, music, food that looks delicious and that I'll most likely never eat, clothes that make my heart beat faster but that I'll never own, sunsets, the seaside, Italy and NYC, London and leopard prints, heels and cats, and pugs and boston terriers. Summer and rainy days. Perfume, lipstick, singing, procrastinating, philosophy, hats and berets and crying a lot. I believe in destiny and fear basically everything. Watching tv shows, films, cartoons, being mature but also a child at heart. Obsessions and faults, Chanel nail polish, anything british, writing, the fulfilling feeling I get when I realize I belong somewhere, or at times feeling I don't belong. Complicated, I guess. I don't know where I'm going - I don't even want to find out, I'll let it find me.