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A walking glitter bomb with a mouth that never shuts up. She’s got the looks of a saint and the personality of a drunk raccoon. You know she’s coming and you’re like ‘oh no, here we go again.’
Dahlia walked in and the whole room exploded. Literally.
She texted me at 2 AM with a photo of a pizza and a question about my life choices.
I asked her why she was so loud and she said, 'I’m not loud, I’m just the volume.'