Hiya, I’m Phoebe. I’m seventeen years old (and pisces, if that matters) and from the outskirts of London. My hair is dark blonde, my skin is almost translucent and I have gold-brown eyes. I study four A Levels (Fine Art, Photography, English Literature and Psychology) in Cambridge and sell pens, newspapers and birthday cards part-time (even less fulfilling than it sounds). My plans past that lie at university, studying graphic design or creative media, traveling the world and potentially becoming a pop star (it’s easily done, I reckon).
I can nearly always be found strutting around wearing a giant(ish) nose ring, glasses, half a head of chopped up hair (my own) and a pair of green Dr Martens (battered). I probably bought the jeans from ASOS.
Things I enjoy most are: reading, freedom, Katy Perry, pizza crusts dipped in tomato ketchup, girls, boys, equality, shaving my undercut, good shoes, people who listen and understand, wearing rings, tattoos, the seaside, the sky, John Green, films, music (more specifically Young Guns, The 1975, Katy Perry and City & Colour), getting new piercings, feeling like I am literally the happiest person a live, eating late in the day, laughing, digital design, taking photos, visiting new places, people watching, drinking coffee, finding great new music, learning, teaching and getting the later train.
Things I enjoy least: vomiting, shellfish, inequality, loss, falling asleep on the train, being early, unknowingness, forgetting bus money, running, pretentiousness, bad hair days, feeling a bit lost sometimes, exams, not driving yet, clear apple juice, bitches and hoes.