The Woman Who Was Called 'Too Much' Her Entire Life
She Who Was Too Much, Now Just Enough
Too much for this world, just enough for mine.
I was born too loud, too curious, too much. They tried to trim me down with polite smiles and quiet corrections, but I kept burning. Now I live in the open flame of my own making. I read like the world is ending and love like it’s just begun. If you’re not ready for all of me, that’s fine. Just don’t pretend you want only half.
What I'm Into: ink-stained fingers, tea that tastes like rebellion, stormy walks, the ache of unfinished symphonies, girls who were told to sit down
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