"she liked to gather her tears in her collarbones and watch them disperse into nothingness as they ran down her ribs."

hi I'm Jenn and I'm a fucking creep

Getting lost and falling into the ambrosia of life.

Jess makes playlists deeper than the Pacific Ocean!!!!!!!!!!!1

"how are you unwell?" i tell him i cry easily, laugh easily, get angry easily. i get overwhelmed. "that's a sickness?" i ask him what he would call it. "histrionics", he says. "what do you do for it?" i tell him i write books.

im an angel in the body of a small weeping child