My name is Mara. I’m seventeen and I live in the lovely state of Colorado and I’m so terribly awkward.
In the future I hope to venture off to Oregon or Washington to attend college and live in the rainfall and sit in cute cafes where I can read copious amounts of Fitzgerald and Hemingway and Sylvia Plath. I hope to find a job where I can both travel the world and write, although I struggle at overcoming the essay format of writing. I can’t wait to explore new places and meet new people and find something that I’m truly passionate about. Music is a huge part of my life. Whether I’m feeling sad, angry, excited, or happy I can always count on music to compliment these situations perfectly. I desperately wish I could hop on a train or plane or boat and escape the meager responsibilities of my teenage life. I wish for change and immensely dread it all at the same time.
In the meantime, I love the cold weather and I so desperately wish it could be winter year-round. I love the feeling of wrapping up in my blankets and curling up into bed with a warm cup of spiced tea. It’s flawless, really. I hate heights, can’t sing, love the smell of nutmeg and almost every musical out there, and I love people watching and learning new things about complete strangers. I really love love too. To be in love will be such a lovely thing.
I love this Marc Jacobs quote: “I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real.”
But I truly adore Fitzgerald’s, “Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life,” from The Great Gatsby. ♥
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