And Who Am I To Blow Against

I Have Already Spent Roughly Five Thousand Hours Asleep Next To You. This Has To Mean Something.

I Still Don’t Know If This Is A Good Quality Or A Bad One, To Be Able To Be In The Moment And Then Step Out Of It.

Because It Is Senior Year I Have Begun To See Things As Potential Absences. The Things I Love Will Become The Things I'll Miss.

She Is Carrying Herself Through The Day, And It’s Not An Easy Task.

The World Loves Stupid Labels. I Wish We Got To Choose Our Own.