My age makes all my wrinkles and gray hair make sense.
I didn't just want to be the one who was always looking around at the weird family members. I wanted to make my mistakes.
Everything's happened to me. Nothing can happen to me now.
I think my brain just has a natural way of going to what would be the most insane thing, the least likely option.
I love devastating movies, documentaries and hummingbirds (yes, in that order).
I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.