A Collection of Our Lives 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.
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?

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┬ápals with her. Isn’t it National Friend Day or something, anyway?