I'm Kristina. 21 years young. Cincinnati is home. My world revolves around live music, good times, and being a beard enthusiast. I am borderline obsessed with Ryan Adams and a multitude of other things; you've been warned.
I have a new blog. I believe I’m refollowing most of you, but if I somehow missed you and you (for whatever strange reason unbeknownst to me) would enjoy following me again, send me a message. or y’know what, here: http://smalltowntalk.tumblr.com/
Someone shared this on facebook and it is so accurate for me it isn’t funny. When other girls were chasing boys on the playground, trading Bonne Bell Lip Smackers, and just generally learning how to be girls, I was in the sandbox making my dinosaur gummies that had been leftover from lunch reek havoc on the town I made out of Lincoln Logs. I completely missed the class on proper flirting techniques and now I am almost 22 and my way of flirting is pretending like the object of my affection doesn’t exist. Yeah, it’s going pretty well.
Anonymous said: Mr. Excitement is always a good idea.
I have had an influx of anonymous messages lately which is strange to me because I never get anonymous messages. But I like you, anon. I don’t know if you’re the same person from previous messages or a different person altogether, but you clearly have good tastes. Maybe reveal your identity? I don’t bite, I promise.