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setting fire to our insides for fun
Beau. 21; New Zealand.
Just one among billions; living vicariously through the fictional, trying to hold it all together (sometimes, often, failing), constantly growing but not necessarily up. I'm forever swinging from extremes, waiting in the in-between.
I was a grade-A nerd, and a late bloomer. My first kiss, not like stupid truth or dare or spin the bottle, my first kiss on a date, when it mattered, I was almost 18. It was in his bedroom, watching the National Geographic special on moon jellyfish. I was terrified and more interested in the screen and the jellyfish and when he kissed me I was shaking so hard and pulled away so fast I hit my head on his bed. Yeah, I’m just that awesome.
