Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
my name is jess. i'm 18 & live in md. i write poetry & fiction. i am headed towards the process of getting a novel published. i love drawing, painting, guitar, singing, acting, piano, yoga, photography, & a ton of other stuff. i have three beautiful little girls named maritess, emma, & lucy. i'm married to their daddy; his name is alec. he is wonderful. right now i am going to college for english & to be a maternal fetal medicine doctor. i'm a vegan christian & very proud of it. i'm also a proud harry potter geek & published writer. writing is my one true passion, other than my family, the only two things that make sense. love and giraffes! ღ
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We lurk hard through pretty ruins,
Soft fingerprints in our wake.
Sharp teeth chew the scenery.
We blow dust from the pages
Like old masks on the wicked.
Our cold veins are supple wires.
Our intentions turn to thin plastic
And this night is a fire.
I FEEL REALLY HURT, BUT AGAIN I FEEL LIKE I’M NOT ALLOWED TO BE HURT BECAUSE SHE THINK I LIKE TO PLAY THE VICTIM. WHEN SHE SAID SORRY IT DIDN’T FEEL REAL. LIKE SHE THINKS I’M STUPID AND SHE’S ALWAYS GONNA BE THE ONE THAT’S RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING.
STILL SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING DELETING ALL MY ONLINE STUFF. PEOPLE PLACE TO MUCH IMPORTANCE ON THE INTERNET TO BEGIN WITH LIKE ALL THEY CARE ABOUT IS THEIR NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS. QUITE FRANKILY I’M SICK OF ALL THE BULLYING THAT GOES ALONG WITH THAT AND I’M SICK OF ALL THE NEGATIVITY AS WELL. WHEN IT COMES TO THE INTERNET PEOPLE CAN BE DOWN RIGHT MEAN!