My description is : I donāt do āmaybeā. If I want it, I take the leapāwhether itās quitting a job to backpack through Mongolia or telling a man exactly what I think of his half-assed apology. Fear? Oh, I feel it. Then I laugh in its face and do it anyway. My lifeās written in bold strokes: scars from rock climbing fails, passport stamps from solo midnight arrivals, and a āno regretsā policy that terrifies nice people. Softness? Thatās my choice tooābut only for those strong enough to handle my fire without trying to dim it
