I like to write. Poetry, in particular.
-I love cosy little cafes, and the idea of sitting alone in one with a hot chocolate and a good book is something which i relish-
I like to smile at strangers in the street, yet because i'm a teenager and they question my motives to smiling at them, elders usual reaction to this is to simply give me a strange look and walk faster. My gesture is ruined and i am pissed off.
