My limbs look fucking fatweird here. But there’s nothing but love between Prudence and me. Also, I have officially run out of friends. Prudence doesn’t judge me, so sue me for being pals with her. Isn’t it National Friend Day or something, anyway?
I like coffee, cardigans, and the smell of old library books. I'm keeping it real with myself and hoping that I don't judge myself too much looking back.
