I am 16 years old and celebrate my birthday every June. I live in Australia, Melbourne.
I follow EVERYONE back and those who like my posts.
This polyvore is dedicated to the seasons; summer, winter, autumn and spring and the fashion that thrives from it. As of now, the theme is summer.
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologise for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.