Lexi. 18. Chicago. Music. Art. Scarves. Fake nails. Highest heels. Thrift stores. School days. Nude lips. Fringe boots. Oh my. I hope the winter is white. Can't wait to pull the laces tighter on my ice skates. Can't wait to scream as loud as I can in a place where no one else can hear just to make myself wonder if I even made a sound. Just like that tree that fell a long time ago. //
