The madhouse

The name's Anna. Anatomy enthusiast. Nurse in the making. Without writing and without words, I am nothing. Old school romantic. Explorer. Alive. For twenty one years this heart has been beating but it has not been without trial and error that I have to come to find myself here. The neat space in between contains these nifty things: coffee, dogs, cats, sloths, architecture, women, tea, fruit (mangos in particular), nutella, ideas and stories portrayed on a screen, good beats, tattoos, breaking down gender stereotypes and expectations, rambling chatter, Tegan & Sara, The History Channel, blankets, books, nutrition, learning, intelligence, expression. For what I'm looking for, I haven't the slightest clue anymore.