"“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.” – Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath" Just a 19 year old somewhat insane cat, who needs to write more than she needs air to breathe. Unfortunately, amidst all of the crap in her life she finds it surprisingly difficult to write anything worth reading. Which is why she spends the majority of her life in a perpetual state of breathlessness. She is currently in her second year at university, studying English and political science, while slowly melting under the pressure. She loves, loves, loves to read and needs it just as much, maybe more, than she needs to write. Romance, classics, fantasy, and young adult books are her favourites, and Harry Potter is her religion. She loves autumn, colours, words, tea, coffee, dark chocolate, lazy sundays, blankets, the smell of old books, love, the smell of new books, flowers, cats, tumblr, writing, crying, laughing, cuddling, music, darren criss, lists, musical theatre, england, europe, disney, sleeping, dreaming, history, literature, sweaters, eating, wishing, hoping, people in their honest moments, storms, the dark, stars, chris colfer, art, museums, comfortable shoes, dresses, children, poetry, magic, and life. She also loves to blog and fangirl a lot, and is quickly discovering that this is ruining her life. She is so #!#*ing insane. Hoping you enjoy her writing regardless. Thanks kittens.