['Im kae]

I'm not one of those girls and I never have been.

I drink coffee, even though I know it messes with my head.

I love lime popsicles.

I take hot baths in the middle of the day.

I am better at finger picking a guitar than strumming.

I'm an eye-obsessor.

I put on mascara with my mouth closed.

Classical music makes me sleepy.

I love eating raw cookie dough.

I have obsessed over the kitchen.

I get frustrated when people are afraid of me.

Chinese food and Pasta Roni give me headaches.

I have very large feet.

I am in love.

I like the smell of freshly cut grass and the way it smells outside when it is cold.

Music gives me wings.

I have a scar on my face from running into the corner of a table when I was a small child.

Sometimes, I dream of looking at a sunny sky through tree branches.

I am a professional gazer.

I have very long fingers and nail beds.

Children make me smile.

I can eat an entire bag of Tostidos Hint of Lime chips in one sitting.

I become characters when watching movies or reading books.

I love Crans-Montana, Switzerland.

I have always wanted a Great Dane and a Pot-bellied Pig.

I think Hayley Williams and I could be best friends.

I have a tan line on my right wrist from bracelets that have not come off for over four years.

I quote too many obscure movies to people who don't know what I'm talking about.

My heart has been broken too many times to count.

I'm a redhead, but my face doesn't freckle much in the sun.

I have three scars on my wedding ring finger from various accidents and only two on any of my other fingers combined.

I don't remember a time where there wasn't a bruise somewhere on my body.

I don't scare easily, but needles terrify me to my core.

I have too many nervous habits.

I read Shakespeare to calm my nerves.

I got sick to my stomach when I realized I was in love.

My mind rolls like a reel of film tape.

I run when I feel good about myself, and only then.

I love to dance in crowds of people.

I hate crowds of people.

My heart lies in waiting.

And I'm an expert at being okay with it.

The stars lean down to kiss you,
And I lie awake I miss you.
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,
But I'll miss your arms around me.
I'd send a postcard to you dear,
'Cause I wish you were here.

I watch the night turn light blue.
But it's not the same without you,
Because it takes two to whisper quietly,
The silence isn't so bad,
Till I look at my hands and feel sad,
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly.

I'll find repose in new ways,
Though I haven't slept in two days,
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.
But drenched in Vanilla twilight,
I'll sit on the front porch all night,
Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.
I don't feel so alone.
I don't feel so alone.
I don't feel so alone.

As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight.
I'll think of you tonight.

When violet eyes get brighter,
And heavy wings grow lighter,
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.
And I'll forget the world that I knew,
But I swear I won't forget you,
Oh if my voice could reach back through the past,
I'd whisper in your ear,
Oh darling I wish you were here.

-Owl City