You Look Good in Fancy Dresses.
My name is Sophie. I'm a 17-year-old girl who loves unconditionally. My family is like a walking slapstick comedy and I love every minute of it, and I love every single one of my friends for a plethora of different reasons. I'm a huge nerd. I have several aspirations, from traveling each of the seven continents to becoming a linguistic anthropologist. I enjoy making and listening to music, (bluegrass), travel, autumn, Bones, and other miscellaneous performing arts. I play the piano, cello, and guitar, and some banjo. Reblog to your hearts' content. And I love questions.
(Current theme: Cathedral)
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I speak English. Hablo Español. Je parle Français.
The problem is that I want to get earth under my fingernails and be dainty and laugh until I cry. I’d also like to drink tea and have burping contests and yes, I want to paint my fingernails and have someone tell me I look beautiful. I want to ride horses into the sunset and run around a vineyard and not wash my hair and sing songs around a campfire and wear fancy French perfume. The problem is that I don’t know why this should be a problem at all.
(Source: oh-theirony)
