bluehairedgee

Hey, it's Sara here.
I'm Italian, dumb, goofy, I play the ukulele (yeah, really hardcore), i should stop biting my nails, I can't apply eyeliner, I sometimes dye my bangs, I wear glasses and a constant frown.
When I talk to Italian people about the bands I like, they never know who/what/what the hell/what the fucking fuck I am talking about.
My crush is a heart attack in black hair dye (buuuut he has dark brown hair right now) (still amazingly handsome) (notice meee)
I spend my time saying random facts (PENGUINS HAVEN'T GOT KNEES), converting guitar riffs to ukulele riffs (good times), trying to sing (and failing), complaining about my voice (I'm a girl and my voice is lower than Gerard's) (it's like Tom Odell's) (like WHY) and writing pointless things (woop woop).