From the US.
Interests include, but are not limited to: Harry Potter, Marvel movies, making out, Supernatural, singing loudly, bad puns, and anything Disney.
Thanks for being curious! :)
On a different note, I’m thinking that inking the shit out of my thighs might make me like them more because maybe I won’t notice how gross they look if they’re covered in pretty tattoos?
Sometimes I think about how nice it’d be if a guy gave a shit about me for once. But then I remember that’s never going to happen so I eat my grapes and watch sad movies and cry into my Olaf tank top and continue on with my night.