I have an obsession with florals. I know, how original... florals in the spring. However, this is a year round obsession. I have become very predictable. I don't think it's too bad, though... I don't mind staying the same.
I'm world-hungry student with an ever changing (or nonexistent) sense of direction and purpose. My life is an indescribable jumble, and I live for pumpkins and all day breakfast. I like to be cozy, I like to be giddy, I like my people, and I like pretty and strange things. And I hate socks.