Hi. I’m Amy. I’m 17 and I’m from the north of Sweden where it never gets dark for three or four months of the year, and it’s dark almost all the time for the rest. I’m ginger and proud, I like to make weird faces when I’m having my picture taken, I have a lot of insecurities, I put way too much pressure on myself when it comes to my grades and sometimes I know more English than my English teacher. I love to act, I love the scent of vanilla, I’m rubbish at sports and someone once told me I reminded them of a hamster. I have severe arachnophobia, I talk too much,my hair is most often beyond my control, I easily make new friends, I really enjoy making new friends, I’m a bit of a know-it-all and I love the written word in all it’s form, from novels and poems to articles and essays. I’ve gotten more chills from monster’s on doctor who than from actual horror films, my bedhead is sometimes insane, my dad made me like the Beatles, I collect books, I find history very interesting and ever since reading John Green’s Looking for Alaska I’ve had a bit of a fascination for last words.
I also have a tendency to ramble.