perfectly normal paranoia
This is my personal blog, a journal of my life; my blog of pretty things (et cetera) is here. Twenty-two. Might as well be five.
I'm moving to Portland, OR in September, so if you're a Portland-living person, say hi! New friends for a new city are much appreciated.
constantly reading / overzealous editor / chronic paparazzo / My Little Pony-in-training / lesbian / feminist / atheist
about me & personal
& photobooth & gpoy


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about me

Half MI, half NY. Moving to Portland, OR in September, at which point I will have to reevaluate my fractions.

I run fuckyeahnailart.

I’m an editor. I’m getting my MA in publishing.

I work two retail jobs and I honestly find folding stacks of clothing very satisfying. I don’t believe in god and I don’t (usually) believe in wearing jeans. I wrote my BA Lit thesis on Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. I add -venture to the ends of things to make them more exciting, like woodsventures and laundryventures. I am addicted to the photographic documentation of my life and will gladly be your personal paparazzo. My life goals include becoming a respected book editor and having hair worthy of a My Little Pony.

Things that are important to me: intellectual challenge, respect, laughing so hard you can’t breathe, books.

Things you should know about me: I am either always or never sleeping. Due to some unfortunate genetic circumstances, I can no longer drink coffee, and I miss it terribly. If you talk shit about me, I will not hesitate to cut you out of my life. I make a mean kale curry.

People who recommend new books to me get heartfelt thanks; if I love the book, you may well get a present for suggesting it.


This blog contains copious amounts of: my personal life & photography, Doctor Who, dyed hair, nostalgia, DIY, vegetarian food & recipes, kittens, feminism, lesbian awesomeness, lesbian drama, editing nerd problems, a liony hair obsession, Detroit, olives, puns, Tegan & Sara, literature nerd problems, occasionally questionable but undeniably sassy fashion sense, “I was hiding under your porch because I love you,” mermaids, Sherlock, Skins, sunset chasing, pickles, coffee, cigarettes and jalapeno poppers.