i’m the kind of person who’s always in my head always somewhere between too much and not enough i think a lot maybe too much and i feel even more i’m quiet but not really shy just careful i don’t like wasting words or energy on things that don’t move mei notice the small stuff like the way a song builds before it breaks or how the air feels different when someone you care about is gone i like music that hurts a little films that linger letters that feel like confessions i live for beauty not the filtered kind but the kind that sneaks up on you like sunlight on old stone or chipped nail polish