Hi hello, I’m Brittany Renouf. I’m eighteen years old and I live in New Jersey. I’m a quiet bookworm that enjoys weird things. I’m a fan of Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Doctor Who, Pretty Little Liars, John Green, Mitchell Davis, Olan Rogers, and Paramore. I’m not the most simple person in the world, I’m hard to deal with sometimes. But I don’t normally rant on here, I let out most thoughts on my personal blog. I guess if you want to follow me, then that’s cool. I’m horrible at describing myself, but I’ll just list things I like. Okay.
I love cuddling, the smell of freshly mown grass, 99 cent arizona iced teas, scarred bodies, heartbreaking pasts, moving on, dipping french fries in milkshakes, getting horribly drunk, the feeling of the sun on my shoulder on a cool day, the feeling of laziness on a sunday afternoon, the anticipation of getting to the last chapter of a book, listening to someone strum a guitar, sticking my hand outside of a car window, the happiness you feel when you find a new song you can listen to for hours, making up a different life in my head, writing down nonsense in a new notebook, the excitement you feel when someone likes the same things you do, laying in the grass and staring at the stars with someone, smoking cigarettes with my best friend, listening to music extremely loud when no one is home, holding hands, crying to let out all the frustration of a day, the smell of the a boy’s cologne when you get into their car, butterflies fluttering in my stomach, changing my hair color, finally understanding mathematics, the feeling of being absolutely complete when you staple an essay together, imagining the possibility of being with the one you care too much about to put into words, good morning text messages from someone you wouldn’t expect to receive one from, the exhilaration of driving a car for the first time, hugging someone you care for, when you hug someone and they hug you tighter, the satisfaction of being able to tell someone absolutely anything and not having the fear of being judged, the sounds of the french language, the exhaustion of being out all night and the comfort of laying in your bed when you get home, being kept awake by my thoughts, when you say my name so simply but to me it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, the longing for a kiss, saying yes to something i know is wrong but feels so right, when a cat looks you in the eyes and nudges their head against your hand, the slight happiness of seeing a couple looking extremely content as if they have no worries in the world, highlighting a quote in a new book, saving text messages to reflect on later, the relief of getting into your friend’s car after being in a place you felt uncomfortable at, looking at someone and seeing that they were looking at you as well, the taste of your favorite food that you hadn’t had in a long time, sticking my feet in the ocean, accents from other countries, quietly reading in a classroom that is full of loud and sociable people, trying on sunglasses, getting high on a swing set and jumping to see how far you can go, making fish faces at fish in a tank, being awkward, the feel of freshly shaven legs, singing to a song when home alone, blue eyes, the smell of a shoe store, playing a board game with family, blonde hair, having a friend join your family for breakfast, the need to spend money when you actually have it for once, helping someone pick out clothing, the longing of being able to hold someone’s hand that you know you can’t, the relief of getting over being sick, the sound of sleepiness in a boy’s voice, the smell of spearmint toothpaste, the smell of new book, the vulgar language that comes out of my mouth when playing a videogame, when your hair turns out just right and the wondering of why it’s not always like that, having one leg out of a blanket when sleeping, the luxury of not wearing pants because no one is home, the feeling of being high, having control of the remote control, counting on someone that you know will not let you down, the hopeful feeling of a reply to a message sent to someone you yearn to talk to, that special someone’s voice, looking pretty in a picture, when you feel lonely and someone calls you to come see them as if they knew how you were feeling, tattoos with meaning, strange piercings, calloused hands, dry leaves, cutting my hair out of frustration, feeling alive, and most of all, you. Which I love most of all.
If you took the time to read that, talk to me. I’m kinda weird, but I’m nice.