Lover of spoken word poetry, packing peanuts, and emergency exit row seats.
Who feels that words mean so little yet so much, you will almost always **** at something the first time around (it's okay), the 10,000 murderous butterflies attacking her stomach when she sees him.
Who needs the TV on, no matter what, to hear that she is not crazy, everyone else is, the time to just sit and read for a change.
Who fears that she really does fail at life, the huge spider she's sure lives in her closet, the actual use of physics and calculus in real life situations.
Who gives away advice like guidance counselors are supposed to, away hair ties like pencils, love like its cheap.
Who would like to see an actual shooting star, Sarah and Phil Kay(e) confess their undying love to each other, the Doctor be happy.