Pining for autumn

Hi, I'm Britta. 

September Twelfth 

I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine.

As far back as I can remember I've only ever thought up stories to write.

I've a first Civil Wars-album love affair with books of all kinds.

Elinor Dashwood | the Brontë Sisters | Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark

a Knitter. 

a New Yorker who loves nothing more than hiding under the red awning in Union Square.

Red Lipstick | Sleepy Hollow | Tacos on the weekends | Appalachia enthusiast | The Civil Wars | flower crowns | skeleton keys | mermaids | unicorns

there's a woodland creature racing himself in my living room.

I play the ukulele and sing sometimes.

tea cups and leaves, thank you very much.

My cabinet of curiosities grows daily.

and I care about being even a notion of kindness to you as we fight our battles.

That being said, I cried over the thought of Optimus Prime dying, have a million Mockingjay pins scattered across my dresser, and pinned my pigtails into a crown because I thought it looked most like a princess for The School of Good and Evil's third book release.

Thanks for visiting my brain!

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