Sidney. Twenty-one. I like living, breathing, feeling the sun on my face, the paint on the palms. I am in love with words, film, dota, ballet, peanut butter and the morning light. Stray lines of my imagination are inspired by many different things but sometimes I end up with never working out on anything whole. Part of the reason why I write is because I don’t want to forget myself. I am compassionate and I fall in love suddenly and soon. I am exciting and talkative when happy, but when sad or angry I am depressed and silent, contemplative and bitter. I am impulsive and I usually act on my emotions, and not on logic. I laugh about the absurd bits of my personality, and I appreciate myself. And yes, I am a hippie at heart, but still slightly cynical.
