dancing to the beat of silence and giggling at all the wrong places. I'm just a little too much and sometimes too little. I like messy hair, grass between my toes and melted sugar on my tongue. I'm the grumpy bear after hibernation and I'll get honey everywhere. And the truth is I'll always be twirling myself dizzy, breathless laughter ringing in the silence, a music of its own. But that sort of music was always better as a duet, and so -- shall we dance?.
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A mutlifandom blog where I frequently freak out in the tags and sometimes write, too.
