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“…Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen, and there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen, and I know these will all be stories someday, and our pictures will become old photographs, and we’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her, and she is so beautiful. I can see it: this one moment when you know you’re not a sad story, you are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder, and you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear we are infinite.”
-Perks of Being a Wallflower
Dear Ghost Boy,
I know you hear me. I know you see me. And I see right through you.
Life is too short to live in such despair.
I know you are strong enough to get yourself out of this rut you call a home and start over.
This is not going to fly, ghost boy.
You’re no ghost to me.
Pick yourself out of this inebriated nightmare.
Not everything is as it appears.
I’ll leave it at that.