The name is Eileen, 18 years old, from Germany. 5’11 something, red curls, useless brown eyes, I guess I was born to find out how to get through life with the littlest effort possible. I tend to have absolutely no luck in life (I never noticed that until I was told so (several times) anyway I seem to still not care though (but I do think a lot about happiness))

I like music, lots of music. I like my friends and I like going out but I also like being left alone. I like tea and clothes and hair dye and books and taking photos and running my fingers through my hair and festivals and old cities and happy families and trivial knowledge and philosophy and that i was able to tell jonny greenwood that i appreciate his music and people I can’t reach

I don’t like mobile phones and wasting time and the feeling of wet fingers on wood and marmite and driving (fast) and the city i live in and sleeping too long and writing bad poems and not being able to write music and clubs that are too crowded for my free dance deluxe and freezing and the taste of the first sip of whisky and people I can’t reach

I’ve been everywhere and I know everything and I’ve met everyone and I’ve heard everything and I’ve seen everything and I still want more and I still want it to last forever. If you don’t think I’m a total nutter by now you’re very welcome to chat me up

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