Pining for autumn
Hi, I'm Britta.
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 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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