My father wanted to name his firstborn child after himself. I was supposed to be a boy named Steve. Instead, I am a Stephanie.


Interests include:
lucid/vivid dreams/nightmares, identity crises, change, bikes, fashion, interior decorating, cosmetology, installation art, androgyny, abandoned buildings, candy, costumes, sunrises, trains, scotch eggs, optimism, ambition, hope, poor circulation, sweaters, electro, shoegaze, dancing, quarter-machine toys, redheads, romanticism, kicks, caffeine, rolls, liquid courage, dexheads, macfags, artfags, nostalgia, moods, psychology, bookworms, addictions, hi chews, beeps, boops, driving, wandering, traveling, restlessness, prison style tats, perverts, peter pan, mustard, milkshakes, meringues, sushi, pizza, little wrists, hip bones, journaling, savoring unemployment, disillusionment, honesty, making strangers into acquaintances and acquaintances into friends, awkwardness



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