I'm Reagan. You can consider me a very careful and reserved person. I'm not exactly the prettiest crayon in the box, but I get by. I enjoy poetry (and any other form of writing), reading (Message In A Bottle by Nicholas Sparks), playing piano, art, photography, and running. Music is my life. Some of my favorite artists are Ed Sheeran, Birdy, Coldplay, Lana Del Rey, and Darren Hayes. If you want to know anything else, just ask me.
Anonymous asked: If you could go back and time to change or stop one thing, what would it be?
I definitely would want to change so many things, but if I had to pick one, I guess it would be to change some of my decisions. To think before I acted. I’ve hurt a lot of people in my life, and I lost some of my best friends because of it. I just wish I could go back in time exactly a year ago and start over, so I wouldn’t turn into the living nightmare that I am today.
Anonymous asked: How many times have you done something that you try to hide?
Well… I tried to hide my scars 3 times… so I guess my answer would be 3 times. But people found out anyway, and after that I learned that the truth is much easier because even though the truth may hurt for a while, lies hurt and last forever.
Anonymous asked: When life gives you lemons, what exactly do you do with them?
Well, I guess I would stuff them in my bra. A little help couldn’t hurt C; lmaooo
I wanted to use words that perfectly fit everything I’ll be writing about you. The words I used to imagine describing is a haze. You seem too perfect for my kind. Your black hair is simply left undone and those bold chinky eyes that can melt every woman’s heart and wanting to know you more, deeper. A simple beam from those perfectly sketched lips that I bet is too hot to let go when it’s pressed against mine. Your moves are so refined that you are unconciously aware of. Not knowing that there’s this one girl who longs for your modest attention. You fit in every character of a knight and shining armor like in every romance novel has. You seem to be in high spirits when you’re on a faceless crowds but I see sadness behind those unfathomable dark-brown eyes. You seem to hold something back. Something that you are extrodinary afriad of… I don’t know what that is but I thought of you trouncing back from a heartrending episode. I may not know you that well but but you are worthy of the perils I’m about to take when trying to get to know you. Please don’t hold back anymore. I admire you and I’ll be getting there hoping to hear the four letter word that makes each and every one of us contented, happy, and complicated; LOVE