Nickname: Rach, but Emma has some v creative ones for me lmao
Gender: Female (she/her)
Star sign: Leo✨
Birthday: 2nd of August!! I’ll be 18 soon ayyy
Favourite bands: oh boi, here we go… fall out boy, all time low, panic! at the disco, twenty one pilots, jimmy eat world, mallory knox, you me at six, pierce the veil & young guns.
Kpop wise; bts, bigbang, nct, got7, day6, kard, monsta x, blackpink, red velvet, dreamcatcher, ikon, vixx, pentagon & a.c.e
Favourite soloists: james bay, ed sheeran, lana del rey, melanie martinez, lorde, marina and the diamonds, halsey, taylor swift, iu, one & g-dragon
Song stuck in my head: 365 fresh by triple h ~it’s such a bop
Last movie watched: okja by Netflix, honestly it made me super sad I literally wanted to become a vegan.
Blog birthday: I can’t remember oops I think it was sept/oct 2015?
Other blogs: i have two secret blogs but they’re p inactive 😂 I really want to make a seperate kpop blog before i turn into that kpop mutual!!
Do you get asks: not very often, pls talk to me!!!
Why did you choose your url: I couldn’t think of anything better tbh; and I was hunger games obsessed and super unfunny
Followers: 399, I’ll do a follow forever or something soon!
Fav colours: sky blue, lavender, mustard yellow & mint green
Average hours of sleep: hahahaha idk my sleeping pattern is completely fucked, probably about six hours?
Lucky number: 2, 4 & 7
Instruments: I’ve been meaning to teach myself guitar but I’ve never gotten round to it
What am i wearing: pjs, im a mess yikes
How many blankets i sleep with: 1 thin duvet in the summer, but a thick one in the winter & a fluffy blanket
Dream job: clinical psychologist or neuropsychologist 💫
Dream trip: japan or south korea!!
Nationality: ethnically indian, but I’ve lived in the UK for the majority of my life so
Fav song right now: rose-colored boy by paramore 🌹✨
reckless nights, driving around the illuminated city of L.A. / sneaking into old, abandoned motels with your friends that you’re probably never going to talk to again after high school, but you still say the term BFF all night / cigarette filters in tiny liquor bottles, stained with lipstick / chopping off your hair in a bathroom that isn't yours and not cleaning up afterwards / young love and genuinely believing it’s the end of the world when it ends after a week, finally believing the people who warned you / burning an american flag and throwing your more-than-half-full bottle of jack daniels into the flames
alphabet blocks spelling ‘go fuck yourself’ / your stuffed animals showing up in places you don’t remember placing them / pastel nail polish that messily gets all over your fingers and hands / old photos of babydolls with a lazy eye and bashed-in faces / finally realizing the grim, origin-meanings of the nursery rhymes your parents read you as a kid / watching tom and jerry on drugs / knee-high socks with lacy tops and rip all along the fabric / getting the big-kid swing all to yourself because no one wanted to go to the park with you / tearing the heads off of your animal crackers and gummy bears
standing at the beach at 5 pm, shallow waves crashing onto your feet / burning money you know you need and using it to roll blunts because you want that rich-illusion / driving through california in a white convertible, with palm trees all around you and a girl you just met sitting next to you, while holding her shawl over her head before letting it fly off into the wind / hawaiian shirts and faded, ripped jeans / leaving a small party early and coming home to your expensive suburban condo, falling asleep alone / the ghost of nicotine on your tongue after brushing your teeth
Twenty One Pilots:
colder weather and leaves fallen off every tree / painting vent-quotes on your walls with black and red paint when you can’t sleep / sitting in the school cafeteria with your childhood best friend, jamming on a ukelele / dark thoughts at night that you turn into poetry / secret handshakes that only you and your soulmate know / scribbling out your monsters with a black pen on a three-hole-punch notebook
demolishing stereotypes, the popular girls kissing the nerd girls, jocks showing up at theatre class / games of spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven / throwing on your drugstore lipstick and fishnets and catching a bus to a sketchy, glow-blog-material club that doesn't require ID / sinking under chlourine-plagued water with your best friend and yelling something, floating up and trying to guess what the other said / going to a house party on a saturday while sticking to white wine and your friend that dragged you there, but ending up actually having a really good time / not giving a shit about sports but going to a highschool football game to get out of the house
Lana Del Rey:
marilyn-liner and fake lashes / oldies movies playing in the background / emotionlessly breaking expensive jewelry that your ex bought you / loitering at liquor stores until you're asked to leave / getting into a stranger's car solely because they're cute / getting drunk off moonshine and dancing on the pole in the center of the T even though you have no experience
Marina And The Diamonds:
purposely popping your bubblegum as hard as you can when someone asks you to stop chewing so loud / poisoning a milkshake at a 50's style diner / the sound of pouring a handful of diamonds against a mahogany floor / pastel pink leather jackets with a number of feminism pins all over it / a beautiful bouquet of flowers from all the lovers you met with, 1-5 for each day of the week.