My name is Brittny. If you have my heart, you can call me Habibti.
I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairytales. I prefer my headphones and a journal over conversation – it’s not because I’m rude, just socially awkward.
I don’t eat or wear animals because they’re my friends.
I believe in the correlation of salvation and love through Christ.
I can’t stay in the same place for too long because I’m addicted to change; it’s my drug of choice these days…. but, my heart will always be in California.
I think jumping out of planes is exhilarating but I’m terrified of the dark.
I have a Type A personality – but if you can’t handle me at my worst then you don’t deserve me at my best. Overall, I’m a complete Southern belle, but I can also be your worst enemy – the choice is yours.
I’m not completely comfortable being anyone’s anything. I don’t believe I’m meant to be tamed. I’m meant to run free until I find someone just as wild to run with.
I like my money right where I can see it – hanging in my closet.
I believe that every girl should be treated like a princess because she IS. Her father is the King of Kings.
I love being surrounded by children. One day, I will have five of my own.
I only believe in two seasons: summer and almost summer.
Too many people think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m going to make them alive. But, I’m just a messed up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.
the perfect ones. the beautiful ones. the right ones. the just ones. the noble ones. the ones who never break down crying in restaurants, who never do anything in secret that they would be ashamed of. the normal ones. the healthy ones. the ones who always plan ahead. the content ones. the happy ones. the ones who work hard and reap the benefits, who brush and floss after every single meal. the well-adjusted ones. the popular ones. the ones who never disappoint, the little boys who do grow up to be president. the lucky ones. the ones with perfect skin and perfect teeth and perfect figures. the ones who want what they have and have what they want. they don’t exist. the ones posing as them are even more messed up than you.