Winter nights at a cosy diner downtown with my best friends, it helps to heal the loneliness. Stained cheeks, warm cocoa, and the mist in my breath; these are the things that remind me of home. I'm one of those girls who say goodbye and never know how to leave.
People call me Shanelle, and I'm 15.
I fantasize about English roses and I drink a lot of coffee. I dream of grandeur, and magic, and I dog-ear the pages of my favorite books. I try to catch the clock at 11:11 and I'm too wishful for my own good. I love french pastries, and green tea. I've always loved reading and writing, ever since I was a little girl I was drawn into fairy tales and warriors. I've got a taste different from what others would call contemporary books, music, and such. I like spilling my heart out into empty notebooks, and daydreaming about going to college in London. I'm more or less an unusual girl. I catch raindrops on my fingers and I love dogs too much. Some days I'm high off life, and some days all I want to do is lie under the blanket and cry. I laugh too loudly and think too much, and I fall in love with strangers every minute. There's nothing that I would love more in this world than to travel with my best friend. I want to experience everything in my life at least once, and I want to be remembered as the girl who wrote too much, spoke too little, and made it somewhere magical in her life. I believe in love and kindness and simple things. I'm far from perfect, I'm the most unconventional person I ever knew, but I'm learning to love myself with each day.
I sit on the steps of Notre Dame and confront God with a broken heart, and I'm hoping that maybe one day I'll find who I need to be, and feel safe within the solitary confinement of my own body.
I also really, really, really love Louis Tomlinson.
Talk to me. :)