Samanta. 19. Dreamer with curly hair, (Not a very good) Poet. I don't like even numbers, Oreos, coffee with sugar, hot weather nor getting up early. I love words (a lot), sending postcards (drop me a message if you want one), knit jumpers, the colour green, black tea, brown wrapping paper, bubbles, libraries, classic rock and goats. I get anxious quite often and I'm afraid of baloons, turtles & horses. My handwriting is really terrible. I may or may not be insane.
Any questions? Ask away. Always here to listen. Welcome to my blog :-)
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting. Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way, watch your honey drip, can’t keep away.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Eyes that shine burning red, dreams of you all through my head…