My friends call me Ragnhild. You can call me that too.
I'm 18 and I come from Norway, the land of oil and randomness.
I love the 60's and 70's music and homur, and I want a timemachine and I rather think you should build me one. I'll give you a cuppa tea made out of happeh leafs if it works.
I’m really annoyed that being “awkward” is trendy now. Standing behind a cute guy in line at Starbucks when you aren’t even wearing lipgloss? Is not awkward. Crippling social anxiety is fucking awkward. I hate you.