I live in the words of other people. I come alive as they come off the page. I fall in love with fictional characters and There are times when I only know how to feel in song lyrics.
I want to name my son Fred after a Weasley king. I hope he inherits a penchant for trouble and more heroism than he gets credit for.
Sometimes I feel like Sal Paradise, and I have nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
I put girls on pedestals and have too much of a tendency to yearn for that green light of East Egg.
I fall for Capulets, but I wasn’t built for tragedy. I still believe in happily ever after.