about
i'm amanda. i'm adjusted. i eat four food groups, and look both ways before crossing the street. i take long naps...and get disciplined? ;; i'm sixteen years old. words aren't my forte. the transfer of thought into coherent sentences is a challenge a majority of the time. instead, my blog is a bit dissonant with things that spark my interest, like matthew gray gubler, alice in wonderland, artwork i wish i had done, nail polish, and bits of original writing and your average whitebutipromisei'mbrazilian girl tumblr whining. i love Jesus, and i love you. welcome to wonderland. person(s) browsing. hi there.

Dancing was fun, but a lot of it just made me feel super sad and almost empty, you know? Not in the whole “oh woe is me all these guys keep trying to grind on me and that’s grossing me out,” kind of way, or in the whole being too good for the whole dance/rave thing. It just made me sad, and I wish I could put my finger on why.